"Elizabeth get down here you piece of garbage!" my drunk father called from down stairs.
"Coming," I said.
Ever since my mother died of skin cancer 3 years ago, my dad got drunk every night, coming home late every night, and also always hurting me. You think I've would have goten used to it but I haven't. As I went down the creaky stairs, yes I know they are creaky but this was the only house we could afford.
"Why didn't you make dinner" my father said.
"Sorry I forgot I was playing my guitar-," before I could I could finish talking my father ended my sentence with a slap across the face. I fell down on the hard wooden floor. Then my father's favorite knife ( mostly used to hurt me ) soared across my back.
I yelped in pain.
"Shut Up or the neighbors will hear," my father said.
Then last thing I heard was sirens going off before I blacked out.
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