(Warning explicit language and abusive content in this chapter)
"Taylor get your little ass down here!" "Yes sir!" I reply almost immediately. I'm taylor what you just heard is from my father is the most cruel man ever to walk on earth! Ever since he told me what really happened to my mom he has started abusing me. He told me when I was seven. I'm now nine. "Time for your little punishment you little bitch!" He yelled at me. He ripped my shirt off and turned me over. Then he took his belt of and started whipping me with it. That's not the worst part. Next he started smashing his old beer bottles on my back. I shrieked in pain. "Shut up! You will make the neighbors suspect something!". "Now go to your room and think about what you have done!" He bellows. By my room he mean and blanket and a dog bed. Don't even get me started about the bathroom situation. "IM GOING TO THE BAR!" He yells. That's all I need to hear. I wait until I hear his car drive off and I start packing everything I have. It's not much just a tshirt that is about two sizes to big on me and a pair of yoga pants. I go downstairs real quick. Yes he left his wallet! I take about 100 dollars out. Then I go over to the pantry and get a box of Cheerios. I can get water anywhere else. After that I go out the back door and walk to wherever my feet lead me.
