"GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, ABIGIAL!" My daddy yelled to me. I could tell he was drunk when I walked down the stairs. I'm four years old. My sweet, caring mother died when i was two. Ever since she died of cancer, my father has been blaming it on me and abusing me. As I walked down the last stair, I was grabbed down by my hair. Daddy was swaying back and forth. He turned toward me with hatred in his eyes.
"BITCH! WHY ISN'T THE HOUSE SPOTLESS!!" He swung his his fist at me and punched me.
"Daddy, please don't hurt me! I'll clean the house!"
"TOO LATE, BITCH!!" He threw me on the ground and started to punch and kick me.
I started crying and yelling for help, although I knew no one would hear. A few minutes later, I heard sirens and police saying open up. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the police knocking down the door.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction. Please comment. If you have an idea on a way I should go on this story, please DM me.
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