"YOUR A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AND YOULL AWAYS. YOUR WORTHLESS PIECE OF TRASH. I WISH WE NEVER HAD YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE." Is what your father yelling at you as he sent blows to your face as he pulled your hair back.
"Why is it me?"you thought to yourself as your father beats you. You could feel the blood trickle down over your mouth as you father gives you a black eye and grabs your hair. He drags you by the hair down to the door. With one powerful yank he throws you outside on to the hard concert. You hit your head hard on the concrete. You yelp in pain and shoot up your hands to your head. You bring your hands in front of your face. It was really dark but you swore you could see blood on your hands. You lift yourself off the concrete and make your way to your old treehouse. You finally make pull yourself up the ladder only falling once due to a numb arms. You turn on the old oil lamp that barely gives off any light, but hey it was enough for you to see. You grab the old blanket you kept up there. You could remember when you still thought of your treehouse as a place to have fun , not a place were you had to sleep at night. You lay down holding the blanket closer to you. You slowly cry yourself to sleep.
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Fathers love ( ON HOLD )
FanfictionYou were abused by your father. He was the only parent you had because your mother had died of illness. Your father went into depression and would take in out on you. Your father finally crosses the line when a neighbor catches him almost killing yo...
