Abused...

I sit in the corner of the dark room waiting for dinner or scraps or something to come.Even though it hasn't came in 4 days...I'm absolutly starveing!I've been in this dark room for weeks,maybe months!I have no idea its been too long since I've aten.Alone in here.I don't know much about the world or know any one else in this world...I'm really lonley & would like some friends.My father is very abusive.I know what you're thinking."Why dosnt you're mum help you?" "How does he not get caught?" "Why isn't he in jail-.-"

1. My mum is dead.She was murdered by my dad.She was trying to stop him one day from hitting us,he hit her so hard,she flew across the room and hit the wall.That's how she died.Its not because it was hard nor was a accident.He did it on purpose and he's been hitting her 2 years after there wedding.He started to abuse me when I was 6.I'm 18 now,yeah he's still abusing me.I'm by myself with him all the time.Don't worry,he's done nothing but hit me.I'm still a virgin.

2. He dosnt get caught because he dosnt hit me in front of people.Well only when he's not that mad.But I know I deserve it because I'm bad.If I do something wrong,it must have consequences.You can't just leave it be,then you'll do it again and again without stopping if you don't get desiplined.No one ever cares,they just also think I'm bad when I'm getting spanked.They just keep on walking.

3. The reason he hasn't been to jail is he has never been caught,as simple as that.If that's not enough,go to #2 and reread.

A shadow comes through the crack beneath the door.It starts to fill up and get closer to me as the footsteps echo's get louder.My heart race increases as the knob turns counterclockwise.I hug my knees to my chest tightly.The door flings open letting the light in the hallway flood the room quickly.I squint my eyes and stare at the shadowy figure standing at the doorway glaring down at me.The drunk scent flowed into my nose.It stung since its heavy,he's an alchohalic.A heavy drunk who's abusive.

My eyes adjust to the light,so I could see him much better.His hands are empty.I was kinda hopeing he had some food...I can pray.But I'm wondering what does he want this time.He walks up to me and grabs me from the back of my shirt.He carries me with one hand out the door then tosses me onto the pavement.I fell with thud on the pavement floor hurting my ribs.I slowly look back at him,what if he's throwing me out.

He glares at me."Steal me some more beers!"he slams the door closed not locking it for me to come back quicker.

I pick myself up and walk towards the corner store I always go too.I hate stealing for him,it makes me feel dirty,like a theif.The pain in my side increases.I'm not very good at not being suspicous,but the cashier guy dosnt care about anything.He gives too much change too people.That's the reason they love comeing here.I'm not allowed to steal food for myself.Dad gets angry,I don't know why.He just says no.

I enter the store limping slowly towards the back.There's 5 different boys in each ile.A curly haired boy & a boy with straps over both his shoulders then connect with his pants.They seem to be arguing on what they should be getting.There both real good looking.

"No!Haz I want this one!Candy!"The one with strapes yells.

"Noooo,"the curly boy whines."My teeth are gonna hurt,chips are better!"

They continue to argue as I move along to a different ile.I have to find a empty ile so no one could notice me.I don't want anyone noticing me and seeing I'm being suspicious.

The next ile also has two boys,but instead of arguing,there talking.One boy has black hair that goes straight up.He has black pants on w/ a shirt that i cant read.Im dumb,i havnt been to school before or been tought.It spells like this,"Cool kids dont dance."He seems really cool and attractive.The other has a clearly seen birth mark on his neck.It kinda looks like a heart though.He also has black pants on,with a purple shirt on.It looks good.They both do.

"Do you think I should get a honey bun,or Donuts?"The purple shirt on asks the other.

The one with black hair just shruggs."It depends,are you gonna share?"

"You never share with me!"purple shirt frowns makeing the one with black hair raise an eyebrow at him.

This is interesting but I must move on.Dad dosnt like to wait for his stuff.I peek my head 'round the corner of another ile.There's only one person in this one.That's not so bad.Just one person.He's searching the shelves of oreos.He has blond hair,he also has black pants,but they sag of his butt a bit though.He has a white tank top shirt on that shows big letters that spell,"CRAZY MOFO."I can't read but I can spell.Its sad that I know half the alphabet.

I nervously walk past him,my heart beating loud & fast.He looks at me in the corner of his eyes.I keep my head down and continue to walk towards the back.I slightly turn my haed and look at him.He was stareing at me,he looked up into my eyes and blushed.He smiled sweetly after.Something inside me just was about to burst,not in sadness.In something else that I never felt before...Is he going to hurt me?Dad did say all guys are the same...I'm not sure if he's correct or not.But I should believe.

He puts an extra packet back away and takes only one that spells,"Double stuff."Then starts to walk up to me.My heart races and my gut tells me to run,but my mind tells me to stay to find out more about him.But to bad for me,my legs choose my life,Not me.They decide to run out the store and down the street leaving the blondie confused.I continue running till I reach the second block of the street,one block away from home,from my dad,from getting hit for forgetting the beer.

I stop dead in my tracks breathing heavy,'what do I know'i think to myself,'if I go back to the store,I'll be caught and the blond boy will get me,if I continue to walk,I'll get hit.' Life just isn't fair,my father said as he left me on the ground hurt crying.I will never forget all his words he's told me while beating me.They will sccar my brain till my death.Maybe even longer if its even possible.Maybe I should go home and receive my punishment,I'm going to get hit either way cause I'm takeing way too long and will take longer if I go back to the store.

Just as I'm about to walk towards the house,a voice shouts from a distance telling me to wait up.I don't know this voice or person,so I feel like I should turn around but I'm too afraid to look.But I turn anyways.I turn my head towards the voice and see a boy.

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A/N;So I saw in the comments that harry should stop the man,should it be?That seems like a good idea because harry is a strong bloke.Alright,I'll see what I can do.:) I love you.Thanks for commenting and reading<3