My Sprinkle (sequel to YABMD)

Chapter 11

Stormys POV

We had just gotten home from the police station. I was still in my clothes that Micah gave me, which were some nasty grey sweats, a ugly green tank top, and no shoes nor socks. All in all, I looked horrible. I walked inside the living room to see Mercy and Brian sitting on the couch watching TV. Dad cleared his throat making Mercy and Brian to turn around.

Mercy gasped and shot up and ran over to me hugging me while crying. "Oh my god Stormy! I missed you so much!" She said to me while hugging me tighter. I hugged her back just as tight with tears coming down my face. "I missed you too Merc." I whispered to her. She backed up wiping her tears.

Then I saw Adrian, Aussie, Brian, and Aunt Sally standing in front of me waiting for their hug. I went straight to Adrian and hugged him as tight as I could then let go and did the same with everybody else. After I was done I walked over to dad and cuddled into his chest. I won't be able to go anywhere without someone being there with me, I'm too scared to.

"Daddy what time is it?" I asked my dad. He looked at his phone. "10, you girlys should be getting to bed." Dad said kissing my head. Mercy came over and hugged dad then grabbed my hand as we went upstairs after saying goodnight to everyone.

Once me and Mercy were all ready for bed in our PJs, I got in my bed and Mercy laying next to me. "What did he do to you?" She asked suddenly. "He just beat me, kicked me, spit on me, punched me, you name it." I said with a sigh. "He didnt r-rape you did he?" She asked getting scared. I shook my head and picked up my stuffed bear Shadow the bear I got when I was first kidnapped by Garret and Daniel.

Man I get kidnapped alot. Dad must get pretty tired of trying to keep track of me all the time. I sighed and got out of bed and walked into my bathroom and locked the door. I knew what I was going to do, and dad wouldn't be happy about it at all. I went in my drawer and grabbed my razor. I smiled at my only friend and put it down to my skin and started counting.

The times I've made dad mad.

The times I've ruined tours.

The times I've made everybody cry.

The times where I've made dad disappointed in me.

Dad should just have Mercy in his life. He likes her better anyway, I don't need to be here anymore. He wouldn't miss me, no one would. I pressed the razor down harder on my skin as I started to cry. "You may not like me daddy, but I love you."

Was the last thing I said before I passed out, or died, I hope I died.