I got up to run down the hallway as he grabbed my hair by the handful and threw me against the wall. Crying, I pleaded for him to stop but I should've known he wouldn't. He was drunk, I could smell the vodka on his breath as he screamed and spit at me. I fought back and tried to get him off of me, to break free from his grip but I wasn't strong enough. I was weakened by the hits and falls I had taken. My nose was bleeding. He picked me up by my hair again to push me against the wall and I stumbled on my feet, hit the wall, bounced off and fell. I hit my head on the corner of the coffee table cutting the back of my head open. When I tried to get back up I became dizzy and had to grab the wall for support getting back up. I touched the back of my head, now my head was bleeding too. I walked backwards as I made eye contact with him. He was crying and he kept saying sorry but his words meant nothing because it was not the first time he'd done this. I didn't know how to calm him down this time. He gets worse and worse every day.
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Daisy
Short StoryDaisy who is now 23 has been living in an abusive environment since she was 15. Every day gets harder for her to deal with and she eventually wants to reach out for help but when she tries do people turn their backs or help set her free?
