C.8 Childhood Memory.

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I woke up, and everything hurts. My 'dad' had beating me up so badly, I got unconscious. I don't even know why I still call him my dad. I tried to get up, and my head started pounding. And my ribs and everything else hurts so badly, I started to cry again. Why the f*ck do I deserve this! After everything he has done to me when I was little.

*Flashback*

"SUMMER!" My father yelled angry. Great he's home again.

"Ye-yes?" I asked from upstairs with a scared tone. You can't blame me, I'm only six. And even if I wasn't six you still couldn't blame me. My father is a monster.

 "Get you fat ass down here!" He yelled back at me. I took a big breath, and grabbed all my courage together. I slowly walked downstairs, scared for what is going to happen now.

"Ye-yes dad?" I almost whispered.

"What is this!?" He said showing a drawing I made.

"That's my drawing, d-dad" I said, and he hit me in the face.

"WHAT DID I SAID ABOUT THAT!?" He yelled as I cried.

"You don't want to have those pieces of rubbish in your house" I said looking down on the ground.

"EXACTLY!! SO WHY IS IT IN MY HOUSE!?" He yelled, pulling my head up by my hair.

"Because mom likes it" I whispered.

"WHAT!?" He yelled.

"Because mom likes it" I repeated myself, he hit me in the face again. I feel my cheek burning like hell.

"I DON'T CARE IF SHE LIKES IT OR NOT! I DON'T WANT IT IN MY HOUSE!!" He yelled, I cried. Rubbing my red cheek.

"But-" I said and he hit me in the face again, and he punched me in the eye.

"YOU STUPID CHILD! WHY COULDNT YOU BE A BOY!! A BOY IS USEFULL, YOU'RE JUST A PIECE OF SH*T!!" He pulled me up by my hair and dragged me upstairs. He opened a dark closet, and threw me in it.

"AND STAY HERE UNTIL I COME TO GET YOU! AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO SAY TO YOUR MOTHER!?" He yelled at me.

"That a kid in class threw a ball in my eye with dodge ball." I cried.

"GOOD!!" He yelled, and closed the closet door. Now I'm stuck here for the next 5 hours, because of a drawing.

*End Flashback*

My dad is cruel, he's a heartless bastard. 

I pulled up my shirt a bit and see some big black bruises, I touched one.

"F*CK!" I cried out loud.

I need to get out of here, as I tried to get up again I feel a stab of pain going trough my body. I clinched my teeth but kept going. I walked to the door and turn de doorknob.

"It's open?" I whispered.

I hesitate if I should open the door, and walk away. What if he's there? I'm probably dead, I'm lucky he kept me alive this time. I inhaled once and exhaled once, and I twisted the doorknob. And I slowly opened the door.

So hey! this was the first chapter i have been writing of this book :) so please be honest and tell me what you think. thanks a lot for reading

And what do you think of the new cover?? I made it xx  - LStyles

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