My dad died when I was 10, and that's when everything went down hill. My mum started drinking. At first it wasn't so bad, she would just drink at night when I was in my bed is usually wake up with her crying, but it progressively got worse. She stopped doing the house work and cooking even shopping. The only time she'd go out was for alcohol. By the age of 13 I was out trying to make money and manage school just to feel myself, but every night I got home I would have to deal with her shouting at me. I'd just sit and pretend to listen as she told me how worthless I was, she even told me that I was the reason my dad died a few times.
I came in one night when I was 14, and there was a man in the house. My mum introduced him as her 'boyfriend' he seemed nice at frist always buying me things or giving me money, until one night I was in my room staying out of my mums way when he came in "what are you doing?" He asked I just shrugged and replied with a simple "nothing" he came and sat beside me on my bed and started rubbing my leg. At first I wondered what he was doing, but it all became clear when he tried to kiss me. I ran down stairs and told my mum. "Why are you lying?!" She screamed at me "don't you want me to be happy! Haven't I don't enough for you" she continued screaming at me "but mum I'm not.." I was cut off when she grabbed my hair and slammed me into a wall. I held my face as I seen he 'boyfriend' stood at the bottom of the stairs with a smirk plastered across his face. She grabbed me again repeatedly slamming my head against the wall until I could no longer handle it and fell to the ground, I was screaming in pain but she didn't care. She bent down beside me and whispered in my ear "That what you get for lying to me!" Her eyes were cold. I got up and ran to my room thinking that ot was over and wouldn't happen again. Oh how wrong I was, it was only just the beginning.
By the time I was 15 their was people in all the time drinking I didn't know any of them but I didn't want to. I was made to run after everyone. If I didn't they beat me. Even when I did I got snide comments, pushed, or things thrown at me. I got home from school one day and my mum wasn't there. Her boyfriend sat in the front room with his friends. "There's my princess" he smirked as I walked in "what do you want" I asked turning to walk out but he grabbed my arm. There was 6 of them. I knew they were all drunk or on drugs, I was the only person that came into my house that didn't take anything or drink alcohol. I looked at him and repeated myself "what do you want?" I asked again now looking down at the tight grip he had on my arm. "I only wanted to play a game" he smirked again I knew it wouldn't end well and tried to make up an excuse to go to my room but that only ended with me getting a punch to the ribs. I felt a sharp pain but didn't give him the satisfaction of a scream or cry. Two of the men he was with went to the kitchen and came back with beer and vodka. They continued drinking as I sat silently. Before long they were throwing the empty beer cans at me "stop it" I finally spoke but then he grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall my feet barley touching the floor, "don't you ever speak to me like that" he hissed in my face. "Get off" I gasped. Trying to breath "time to play" he spoke through his teeth. He pushed me to his friends and one of them grabbed me he left the room and came back with his had behind him. He came over to me his hand still behind his back. Grabbing my hair he dragged me to the grown banging my head on the floor as I landed. I flinched as he removed his hand from behind his back revealing what he had left the room for. They all started laughing as I started wriggling trying to escape his grip. I felt the burn as the knife in his hand slowly dragged down my forearm, I clenched my teeth trying not to cry but the tears started to fall. "Your such a wimp" he laughed at me dragging it down my arm a second time. I screamed in pain I could feel the blood pouring out but I didn't want to look. I started to feel dizzy but refused to show any more weakness "had enough" he whispered still laughing he lifted my shirt up halfway as I heard the door open and saw my mum walk in. She opened her mouth to talk before I felt another pain this time in my stomach I felt the warmth of the blood flowing down my side as everything faded to darkness.
I woke up in hospital, no one was there, no one by my bed waiting for me to wake up. But no one cared about me so I didn't expect anyone to be there. According to the nurse I had been there for months. I woke up a few times every time I woke up they called my mum and somehow I ended up out again. I had no doubt her and her boyfriend were the reason for that. By the time I was out of hospital I was 16. I missed my birthday not that I would of got anything anyway. I didn't want to be in her house but I had no other family and was only 16 I tried to hide from all the beatings I encountered, or the cuts they said I deserved but I had no where to hide. I tried to escape and run away when I was 17 but I didn't get far before one of their friends seen me and dragged me home. That was the second time I ended up in hospital. They both beat me until I was unconscious. I stopped trying to get away. To be honest I kindof gave up altogether. Until he tried to force himself upon me again. That's when I decided I had to get out. Even if they killed me it was worth trying to escape just once more.
I finished talking and Riker looked down at my arm and pulled up my sleeve all the scars were horrible. But so was my story. I guess he just wanted to see I'd I was lying or not.
