Devastated

Chapter one

When I was 6 my mom left. She packed her bags and left me and my dad. At first I didn't know why. But as I got older I realized, it was because my dad abused her. I realized it when he would constantly hit me for no reason. I think it was from all the drinking. The first time it happened was when I had just turned 7. He had brought his first woman home, it was not my mom. He would have a new woman at the house every night. He would also have a 12 pack of beer. I was worried so I confronted him, and said " Dad why do you bring random woman home every night, " he yelled at me as if I had done something wrong. Then he smacked me across my face to where I bled. He told me to mind by own business you little rat, and go to your room. I went to my room and was crying the whole night. I wondered what I had done wrong. So I thought about it. The next morning I apologized. When he would talk to me his breath smelled of liquor. When I told him I was sorry for not minding my own business he hit me again. I asked him " Why , why would you do such a thing to your daughter" he did not answer me he just stared. This cycle went on for years. When I turned 13 I was so happy because I was finally a teenager and was in the 8th grade, and keep all my grades at an " A" average. I got called to the principals office one day. He told me to sit down and that I was in big trouble. He told me that he knew what I had done. I was confused. I asked him what he was talking about. He told me that he knew I cheated on the final test, which I did not. He threaten to call my dad. I begged him not to. He said ok I won't call your father but I have to go so how bout you join me and my wife for dinner at my house to discuss tutoring you over the summer. I agreed politely but was a little weirded out by him asking me to his house. So that night I went to his house for dinner. When I rang the doorbell he politely said "come on in sweetie." So I walked in and next thing I new I woke up in a room that was dark and scary. My hands and legs were tied. I screamed and screamed for help. The principal "Mr.John" walked in. He walked up to me I was yelling HELP, HELP ME, SOMEONE PLEASE. I asked "why he was doing this." He had knew that my family was rich so he wanted ransom. He told me he would wait a few months after I was gone then he would send a letter to my dad saying, "that he had me and he wanted money in exchange for my freedom." For weeks he would come in and beat me till I was weaker than ever. After three weeks he stopped beating me so bad. He keep coming back later than usual, I thought it was just work. On the 4th week I saw my chance to get out of there, when he came in and told me he would be back in a bit, he had dropped his pen. I used it to cut the surprisingly thin rope. When I got the rope untied I ran out the door yelling, "HELP HE IS GOING TO KILL ME HELP, HELP. " There was no one out there. I ran all the way home to my dad making out with some woman. I told him what happened but he did not believe me. No one did, everyone thought I ran away. I continued to be called a liar by my dad and everyone else for years. By the time I was 15 I had already been in 12 abusive relationships. My 13th one was probably one of the worst ones. He would hit, smack, kick, punch, and do muck worse to me. He even would cut me. I still have the scars and bruises from him and many others including my father.