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Taking a deep breath, I grasped the handle to the front door, I didn't open it though, just looked at it, psyching myself up, and plotting how I can get to my room without my dad seeing me. When I finally got the courage to open the door, it was ripped out of my hand, and I was greeted with an angry expression from my dad looks like my plan to avoid him had gone out of the window. I made sure to avoid eye contact, but he still hit me, knocking me off balance he questioned me, enraged that I didn't answer him without him having to ask, "Where the fuck have you been?" whimpering on the floor I answered before he could get any more angry, and hit me again,
"I went to that place that you told me to, I met uncle joe, I'm sorry I was late" upon hearing my answer, he calmed a little, huffing
"oh so you met him then" he paused "never stay out this late again its dangerous out" kicking me in the stomach for good measure as I lay there trying to breathe again, I wondered maybe he does care about me, but that thought was snuffed out when he turned and huffed at me "get your ugly ass out of my sight" he seethed
Limping upstairs, I decided to go and wash the sweat from the gym off so I could go to bed. There aren't many mirrors in our house, but there is one in the bathroom. As I stood in front of the grimy mirror, looking at myself I thought, I'm not that ugly, I have wavy red hair that reaches to the bottom of my ribs, but I keep tied up and out of the way. I'm kind of skinny, but I don't look ill at least. I continued this analysis as I got undressed going over, round face, and hazel eyes. My nose was small but proportional to my face. When I took my shirt and pants off, I couldn't continue to look in the mirror, I had hand shaped bruises up and down my arms, and a newly forming bruise over my ribs, there are new stretch marks that have started developing from growing over summer, this year's growth meant that I stood at 5 foot 9 inches. I quickly shrugged out of my clothes and got in the shower to scrub the day off my skin.
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Memoirs Of a survivor
Action"You're an animal, you're a dog, you will always be a dog, and there's nothing you can do to change that" "You will do as you're told" "Come here and clean this up" All comments that had been shouted at Scarlett Fletcher. Her school life is bad, a...
