My Untold Secret

Chapter 1 - Making a Call

"Just shut the hell up and get me more beer you little brat!" My father yelled with a slight slur in his speech. We were in the living room watching a Yankees game. I, of course, was sitting on the other side of the room, away from my father as always.

I've never known what it's like to be loved...by anyone. Not even my own family. I've never met my mother and my father has abused and neglected me all through my fifteen years of life. It was my biggest secret. I never told anyone, because I was afraid that if I told on my father to the authorities, he would do bitter things to me. But inside, I know that there needed to be a change.

"I think you should ease up and not drink so much. I think you would be a lot healthier too," I said calmly. I didn't want to start trouble.

"I told you to shut the hell up! I don't care what you think, just get me more beer!" my father demanded.

"No. I want to help you. We're also running out of money because of it," I acknowledged.

"Did you say no to me?! Get the hell up to your room! I swear, once I get up there, I will kick your little ass!" My father retorted back in ten times more anger.

I ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I admit I was very afraid and I was hoping things wouldn't turn out this way, but they always do. All our arguments ended up me getting a beat down. If only I could talk to Madeline, I thought. I always talked to her about things that happen in school, but never anything that happens at home. She was a close friend but not close enough to tell her my life story.

My dad always wasted money on beer and junk so I had to resort to getting a job. Being only fifteen, the only jobs I could find were babysitting, snow shoveling, and all those other simple but time consuming tasks. I saved my money for only one thing; an iPod. It was my most valuable possession. Music is my life and it's the unspoken words of my heart. It really has helped me escape through my struggles in life even though it wasn't quite enough to fully heal me. Just as I was about to reach for my iPod... BAM! the door burst open and walking towards me was my father, with a belt in his hand.

SMACK! The belt slapped my fair skin leaving marks on top of other marks from the past. "You better learn your lesson you worthless piece of crap! You are nothing to me!" my father shouted while pulling on my almond brown hair. He punched and kicked me furiously. He might've not been the strongest man, but he sure acted like he was.

"I'm sorry!" I kept crying out. About 5 minutes later, for what seemed like an hour, my father left the room. A storm of tears started falling down my cheeks. Fear was still rushing through my blood. I was filled with pain, inside and out. I stood up from my bed wretchedly. My stinging headache had gone worse, as if someone were stabbing me with a sharp needle. I needed help.

I was tired. I was tired of everything. I couldn't take being so physically and emotionally abused all my life. I had to tell someone. No, not Madeline. I was ready to tell the police. I had to tell them everything in order to get out of this place called "home". The only thing that was stopping me was the fear of what my father would do to me. Never in my life have I even thought of telling someone. But after fifteen long years, it was my time to be fearless. So I picked up the phone and dialed...

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