Beast To Her Beauty

Chapter One

Braelynn (main character) at the top.Please do note this story is original please do not copy it. Don't take my characters or ideas from this story. Thank you.
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CHAPTER 1

I studied myself in the mirror. Bruises cover my sickening pale skin. I cringed at the broken girl in front of me. It wasn't always like this. I used to be happy. We used to be happy.

The happiness ended the day my mother's life did. She had cancer and my father just lost his job due not being able to cope with his sick wife and work.

I wasn't able to focus on school work. My grades had dropped while the days went by. Finally, the life line of my mom's was cut short leaving a broken daughter and husband behind.

My father didn't take it well. He went from cooped up in his room to drowning away his sorrows.

I tried to comfort him but then he hit me while drunk. He got some sicken amusement out of it because he repeated the beatings.

Then he got a job. I thought we'd be happy again. But then he made me work for my keep. I got beat if I disobeyed. It was a process.

When a teacher saw a bruise of mine he sent me to the guidance councilor who sent me to a therapist because I didn't admit to abuse or anything. I can't tell them.

I promised my mom I would take care of my dad. I tend to keep it sadly.

While at the therapist he concluded I was depressed and anorexic. Little did he know that I self-harmed too.

It was the only release I had if I stayed with my dad.

'I had to keep my promise.'

I chanted to myself almost everyday. It's starting to get old. Some times when my father is sober, he's a great dad.

"Braelynn!" My father called.

I jumped out of my trance and scurried to my father's office. He was sitting in his work suit with his tie undone and a open bottle of vodka sitting on his desk.

A prostitute rubbed her hands up my dad's hairy exposed chest and I cringed. It smelt like weed and illegal shit in this room.

"You better get to school and stop being a fucking failure! Jone's kid has straight A's and probably will go to Yale while your failing every class and free-loading off of me." His eyes were dark and dangerous. It sent new fear and panic into my heart.

He picked up his vodka bottle slowly and took a sip. After he finished chugging it he chucked it at me.

I didn't have time to re-act and it hit me square in the head. I winced.

Do not cry.

Do not move.

I heard a small gasp and the whore jumped off my father's lap. He glared at the woman and I stood wide eyed like a deer caught in the head-lights.

Maybe she'll help me.

That thought went out the window when she bolted out the door making my dad release a deadly growl.

"It's all your fault!" My dad yelled stalking towards me as if I were his prey.

I tried to get away but he gripped my hair and yanked me back. DO NOT MOVE!

I forgot the most important part about being an abused child. Your not suppose to move.

He threw my to the floor. I don't remember much after he slammed my head to the ground causing me to black out.