Run And Never To Return

Chapter 1: This place is a Hell Hole

Narator's POV

A Sting stuck on her left cheek as the words and her body fell
to the floor "Stupid bitch!" Her mother sat at the table with dark circles under her eyes, she had a wan look on her face her skin was pasty white and her arms were like twigs from an aspen tree from all the drugs she took in, she sat staring at nothing.....nothing! As her own daughter layed on the kitchen floor with a bulging bruise forming on her face she tried to get up but her legs were like Jell-O, she just propped half of her body up with her arms and her palms flat on the floor she stared into her her step dad's eyes. She couldn't stare for long because it was to much hatred for her to handle. She looked away "It's not my fault your a piece of shit!"
"You should be grateful for the things that you have, Ashton!"
"I don't have anything!"
His fist grew larger as it struck her lips. The tase of blood was overwhelming. The fifteen year old girl stared at her bruised arm it had came from the night before, the healing sratches from a couple nights ago from a broken whiskey bottle held by her step dad, and the scar on her leg from her step father a few years ago when he had pushed her into the counter. She came into the kitchen for dinner, but it wasn't really dinner it was more like "try to find something somewere in this house"

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The the blood and saliva mixed together In her mouth she spit it at the monster she called her step father. He backed away and glanced at his pants as the drool slithered down them. He stared deep into her eyes and kicked her ankle she felt it crack and screamed. Her mother glimpsed at her and turned away there she was again staring at nothing.
"Don't talk to me like that!" "You need to respect me"
Her was sluring his words and pacing across the kitchen. He wasn't really walking, but wabbling.....he was wasted. Of coarse he was, there honestly wasn't a time when he wasn't anymore. As he was in his thoughts he pushed his arms onto the counter. Clenching his jaw together. With plenty of struggle she got up slowly. He turned his head slightly looking at her with the corner of his eye there was still tension between them.

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Ashton turned her shoulder to walk away
his footsteps swelled behind her she felt his rough hands clutch her wrist she tried to pull away but failed. He tried to look at her with forgiveness and she realized he loosened his grip "this place is a Hell Hole she mumbled but it was loud enough for him to hear. She pulled her arm away and ran toward her room "What!?" She ignored him and kept running it wasn't far the house wasn't very big. He ran after her but before he could reach her she slammed the door in his face pushed herself against it and locked the door. She flinched as he kicked the door, the house trembled. After he banged on the door for.....how ever long she grew tired of keeping track of time she could smell his wiskey breath through the cracks of the door making her shiver and as he banged on the door she studied the white paint chipped door while it vibrated she walked across her room and sat on her bed. The innocent girl sank into it. She sank down staring at the ugly yellow painted wall blankly, tears starting to gather in her eyes