My Daily Routine
I sit in my bed as I am thinking about what other punishment's my father and my boyfriend has in store for me today. For the past couple of years I have been abused by my father
My mother...
Well I'll tell you later I don't really like to talk about her because the pain always comes back. I wipe the tears im have made that have slowly drained my life away with my hands.
My father has abused me in anyway you can think of except sexually. He can thank my so called loveable boyfriend for that.
BAM!!!
I hear my "father" must be home.
" Where are you, you little Bitch?!" He yells out
I walk down the stairs to see him. A couple of days ago I tried to escape but my father caught me and now I know that this pushiment will be severe.
" AWW there you are" Smiling
I know this look
He punched me in the face. Knocking me down to the floor.
"Get up Bitch I'm not done with you"
He then grabs me by my hair into the basement every cold metal stair we pass my head hits it that I'm used to it me being in pain. It's only 26 steps. As soon as we hit the bottom step he lets go of my hair to grab something he grabs a machete to slowly slit each of my arms. As blood come out I think why does this happen to me I have done nothing wrong. He then goes for about five minutes to get a bush clipper to pull back the skin of my arms that have been cut by the machete recently.
" Listen here you little piece of shit you better not escape again if you know what's best for you Do you Understand?" He yelled out
"Yes" I spoke he must have didn't hear me because of the bush clippers pulled my arm skin a little more back.
" Do you UNDERSTAND YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!" He yelled out again
" YES!!!" I replied
"GOOD" he stopped and fixed what he had done he is a doctor so I can never go to the Hospital. Besides they will never believe me.
" Now go upstairs and get ready your little boyfriend is coming over to deal with you later"
I nod my head and get up to leave to get ready here comes part 2 of my punishment but before that I turn back to see a pool of my blood on the floor and turn again to see blood on each stair I had to climb up to get ready.
