The life of Beazus Bartholomew

The Truth Is Out

Dear Diary,

i decided it was enough. i couldn't take it anymore! i ran upstairs and slammed my door. damn, bad idea. after i had slammed my door to seconds later i take off my jeans and undertank top. i drop on a huge green day concert T-shirt. i dont have enough time to put on shorts before he runs up and swings open the door like he is a killer in a horror movie. he has blood shot eyes right now, beer dripping down his sharp featured chin, and there it is. he has a belt in his hand. Dad, please dont im thinking in my head. but i stay still and say nothing. he gives something a second thought. i figured he might put down the weapon and there it is. he drops it like a hot potato. "come with me." is all he says. im freaking out!!!! shit shit shit shit shit! we walk down stairs and to my surprise there's my old friend sitting on a chair in the jacked up den. Alex? wait, im not even sure. after i give that a thought he tells me to get my ass in the kitchen. i walk in there with just a T-shirt and underwear. i have wounds on my knees from earlier today from when daddy wiped me. and i know what this sinister man has in mind for me. he looks in the cabnits and grabs the jar of salt. he puts a heavy layer of it on the floor and tells me to get on my knees and just sit there in it. it Burns like hell. but i CANT cry or daddy will hurt me... wish me luck for the next day. x

~Beazus~

BEAZUS'S POV

i shut my diary and locked it. time for bed. My name is Beazus Bartholomew. I love my family. Me mum died when i was 3. i killed her. i thought i was saving her, bit i pulled the trigger at the wrong moment. My daddy? well, that man is another story. After me mummy died he lost his mind. blammed me for the rest of my life. its been 10 years sense. i dont hate him for it. it is my fault. i would hate who ever killed the love of my life.

I am 13 years old. I live in the valley. I have long naturally curly dark brown hair past my buttix. i have a very thin hour glass figure. im tall and i have small titties and butt. my features are soft and sweet. i have freckles across the top of my cheeks and nose. my lips are naturally a soft baby pink. my eyes are the shape of large almonds. my eyes are hazel light brown and my lashes are dark black long and curly. but enough about me and back to my story.

ever sense me and me mums accident he hasn't forgiven me. i dont think he ain't ever gonna forgive me. i wish he would. but he's been punishing me every chance he gets. he abuses me to the Max. i wish i could just run away. and im gonna. real soon.

"Good morning Judith." i greet walking down the stairs. Judith is some what of a family friend. she works for daddy though. and mm mm mmmmmm! she was cooking up some grits on my birthday! it is September 29th, Saturday, 2013, 10:35am. "Good morning beautiful child. how did you sleep?" Judith speaks. "not good. my knees are killing me. can i have some more of that stuff you always put on it to make it feel better? please ma'am?" i ask. "Mhm, child, you have been getting in more trouble than usual. I've known you sense you were 2 years old. what's been going on with you lately?" she looks at me with concern in her eyes. she knew something was up and i couldn't hide it from her. im not sure if i should tell her but i dont hold back. i tell her all about last night with daddy. thinking i saw Alex and all the abuse I've had over the years. she was dumbfounded and hugged me. her warm hugs were the best. she was the best. "i love yooouuuu..." i whisper into Judith's ear. "i love you to child." she whispers back. just then daddy walks in and gives me 'the look' meaning imma hurt you if you dont stop what you are doing. i let go and im served breakfast. i eat fast and run into town.

"Happy birthday Beazus!" The bread boy, Henry said to me passing me a cookie. "Good morning Henry Green." i curtsy with my black dress.

H (Henry) B (Beazus)

H: How are you? haven't seen you around town for a while. i started to worry.

B: im fine. im just- im fine.

H: Are you sure? you seem tense.

truth is. i wasn't fine. My old friend Alex was coming into town to see me. we grew up togehter all my life in New York. then me daddy and Judith moved to the valley side of

Doncaster.

B: yeah, im sure. couldn't be better.

H: alright. well i gotta get back to work. see ya around.

i waved to Green and simply strutted around town. " 'morning Ms. Beazus!" the news paper boy yells to me. he's sweet. "Morning Jack!" i holler back. im feeling better about everything. like nothing can tear me down. IM ON TOP OF THE WORLD! But then i bump into the both of them. oh no. "hey sorry my faul- Beazus?" "Hey."