"What the hell are you writing" My father came in and noticed me writing in my diary. My dad came in slamming the door shut (BAM!). The air didnt smell like sweet chaep perfume anymore but liquor, acohol, and weed. "No-noth-nothing just my homework" I said ready to brace my self . "Get on the bed!!" He said pointing to the bed "What?" I asked quitely "I said get on the fucking bed!!!!!" He took of his belt and began wipping my back. Over and over again he slapped me in my face and punching my stomache. He left me in the corner crying with brusises covering my beauty... Im Brooklyn and this is my story :(
