Ever sense I was little, I loved animals. My mother died when I was young, 5 to be exact. But now I'm 17 and writing about my own life. My mother loved me. She was always there for me. Always. My dad hated me. I often wondered why she would stay with him. He would talk to me but only if my mother was around. He was always happy with his friends though. When I got older, I realized he used to beat my mother. My mom died from what my dad says an accident fire in the old garage. After her ... Mysterious... Death, he became silent. I had to care for myself. He spent his time gambling online and watching animal fights. About a year later, he built a barn in the woods behind our house. A few months after he bought mean vicious blood thirsty dogs, Rottweilers and Dobermans. They had the nastiest barks and the sharpest teeth... Believe me, I know. About a year after he bought them, he started having people come buy and watch the dogs attack and kill other animals and each other in the barn. And he made me watch it too. It tore my heart to watch this, and when I was 7, I couldn't bare to watch this anymore. So I snapped. I told him it was wrong to treat these animals this way and told him to stop. He just grinned and simply said "OK"
And walked away. I was amazed. I was amazed that I won that easily. But was I wrong, oh boy how wrong I was. Next week, he held the fights again. I didn't say anything I didn't even think much of it, but on the inside I was bursting with anger. Then, dad came into the middle of the barn and yelled, "Folks, we have a bit of a change up this evening. Instead of animals, the dogs will be fighting a girl!!" Everyone cheered. And my heart stopped. I then realized what id caused. I had spared the animals, but left myself vulnerable. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the center. I tried to fight back but he was stronger then me. I tried to run but I was to short to climb the fence and the door was closed. Then, the dogs ran out of their cages when there doors opened. I tried to run but it pounced on me.
Then another cage opened, and another. Three dogs tackled me. My own blood smeared my skin and hair. I screamed in fear and cried in pain. Then, after what seemed like forever, the door opened. And my dad yelled, "If you want out, you'll have to get out the door!!" He bellowed. I pretended to have something in my hand and throw it but it only worked on one. I decided to just crawl but that didn't work. Finally, gathering all my strength and anger and fear I screamed and kicked the dogs straight in the stomach and crawled as fast as I could. I got lucky and made it by a second. I got up immediately and limped and fell a few times back to the house.
