leaving for good.

people call me weirdo geek freek hoe slut and many other names but my dad(Paul) calls me idiot girl or sometimes my real name: April. he only calls me April when he wants me to go to the shop or when he is being nice (that NEVER happens). well now I have told you all about myself I can get on with my story...

YET ANOTHER MONDAY!!

(it's Monday. Do you know what that means? no? ok Monday should really be called THE DAY THE BULLIES DRAG ME OUT OF SCHOOL TO BEAT ME UP. It's true . every Monday the popular gang and the school bullies drag me from the school gates, take me Behind the school and beat me up. one time they were beating up this nerdy New kid ,Marcel, and made him um "steal my virginity" (rape ME). I got pregnant and they killed the baby I was only 12 then so Paul beat me up again and made the doctors chop half of my belly out and the stuff that help make babies. I was sore everywhere and Paul told the doctors that I fell down some stairs and that's why I have bruises and the baby was killed.)

my bullies jumped from Behind the school gate as I tried getting to school. there were twelve of them

"where u going, stupid" said one bully

I was stupid enough to answer with

"school duh it's Monday"

some girl I have never seen before said

" hey bruv I thought you said you do this every week"

I thought I was thinking it but it came out...

"God she's dumb...I...I...I'm....s...s..Sorry..."

"you are gonna be" said the dumb chicks ''bruv"

some grabbed me some punched me some kicked my but this chick started kissing me ...everywhere ?? talk about lesbian!!!

most of the girls left and all of the boys.I was left alone with this crazy 16 year old and some other girls who had weapons. no way was I escaping!!

they pulled on my clothes ripping and tugging away. why didn't I wear something that is hard to rip? " NO!!" I shouted I had enough but before I got up a big bag of vagina was shoved in my face. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to.

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND LICK" demanded a psycho chick.

I could see and feel a gun on my head so I did what I was told. ew.

a relief sighed from the strange girls mouth.

"FASTER" I did as I was told. she started panting.

"my turn" she almost whispered and pulled my pants off. I feel dirty and I'm gonna get in so much trouble Paul's gonna think I ditched school again and beat me up. great(!)

I WAS RIGHT

as soon as the school bell rang my bullies fled and left me injured and hurt. I knew I had to go home or Paul would hurt me for trying to run away :( I would get beat up by him either way.

I walked up to the door and there was Paul (per usual).

"WHERE THE F¿ck HAVE U BEEN?" he almost screamed

"s...s...school?" I answered. I live in fear of this dude.

"DON'T LIE TO ME B!TCH!" I'm really scared now :(

"I...I...I'm..."

"GET IN THE HOUSE"

:(

now it's just an hour of being beat up. oh joy!!

as he let me go he kicked me one last time in the back of my foot.

I fell to the ground. I couldn't get up. I started crying again it really hurt.

"STOP CRYING YOU ARE 13 NOT A BABY"

"Ok I'm sorry but it hurts" I wimpered

I hopped to my room really fast.

I could smell weed and beer. urgh.

Paul was always drinking and doing all types of drugs.

I hate it.

my room is a simple sort of room a mattress on the floor and neat piled clothing with a few avril lavigne posters and t-shirts i saved up for. I had to keep it tidy or I would get beat up.