Chapter3
I couldn't move an inch the other day i had a black eye, a broken arm and a bruised body i couldn't go to School and show my face i haven't got anything to support my arm it hurt so bad my dad was still here he was down stairs doing breakfast i was locked in my room i was in such agony i really wanted and needed help thats all i want. I heard the reluctant sound of a door unlocking but then outside the door was my father that i wish was dead. He'd made my favourite sunny side up with a load of bacon he said eat up sweetie you need to eat and i spat in his disgraceful face he punched my lip and split it it bleed on my breakfast "now look what you made me to you spoilt bitch and he'd taken it away and locked the door. My pain increased so much i was so hungry too. I screamed for help but no.one could hear apart from my raging father once he heard me he beat me with his belt i begged him to stop I had cuts on my back, neck and thighs. He covered my mouth with a with a cable and an apple he went out and i was thinking of a way to escape i heard the door slam he was back. He was hammering the wall downstairs but why. Later on he came and grabbed me and i kicked and i refused to resist and he screamed at me and it was horrifying he locked me up in a sound proof basement he gave me a sandwich too but i devoured every single bite.
