Never give up

My Life

Bitch. . . Slut. . . Whore. . . Murderer. . . Loser. . . Good for nothing. . .

These are just a few words that get thrown my way by my father

I have many scars, bruises, cuts, burns, and broken bones.

Somedays I just want to give up and not live anymore but I know I can't do that I need to live for my mom because I know she wouldn't want me to just end my life like this she would want me to live so I am, for her.

I really miss my mom I still can't forget what happened to her. I can remember it like it was yesterday,

I was four when the accident happened I asked my mom if we can go and get some ice cream and she agreed so we went but when we were at the stoplight and the light turned green we went but a drunk driver came and hit us on the side of our car.

Me and my mother were taken to the hospital I ended up with only a broken arm, but unfortunately my mother ended up hitting her head and she died that day, October 27 2005.

Ever since then my father has became an alcoholic, you would think my dad wouldn't become an alcoholic with my mom being killed by a drunk driver and all but I guess not, he also started abusing me at the age of 5 a year after mom died.

It would start with name calling but then turned into little hits and then one thing led to another and he started to fully abuse me.

When my father abused me I wouldn't make any noise because I learned that if I didn't make any noise then he would lose interest and leave. Since I would never make noise and I didn't want to risk making a noise when he is accidently around I quit making noise all together and became mute.

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Right now I am in my room doing my homework and just enjoying my time to myself before my father comes home from the bar.

My father always does this he would leave early to the bar come back around 6 or 7.

Sometimes when my father isn't home I will go into my mom's old room and play her guitar in there. She loved to play her guitar so I taught myself how to. When I play guitar I feel like my mother is here sitting right next to me with a big smile on her face.

I looked at the clock it was 4:30, "maybe I can go to mom's room and play her guitar I think I'll have enough time" I thought to myself.

I went to my mother's room and brought out her guitar that I hid under her bed so my father wouldn't find it and take it away.

~~~~~Time skip~~~~~

This has been happening for a while now my dad would leave to the bar I would do my homework then go and play my mother's guitar. I think I can play very well now if I say so myself.

"Well I guess I should get back to my room before dad gets home." I thought

I got up and got my things ready to leave my mom's room

The only thing is when I turned I saw my dad right there looking at me while leaning on the door frame with a smirk on his face.

"Hello little bitch."