'Wake up you little whore!" My father screamed at me pulling me off of the floor harshly. Oh, you expected me to say bed? Ha you are really funny you know that? No, I sleep on the cold hard ground in the basement.
My father grips my frail arm so tightly I can feel a bruise forming, but that is not a shock I am covered in bruises to begin with. My father abuses me. It all started when my mother died, my father blames me for her death, and punishes me everyday for it; I am beaten, starved, and locked in the basement.
My father looked into my eyes menacingly. "Now how about we let the fun begin?" Chills ran down my spine I knew exactly what was about to happen, and I was terrified. Before I could even respond I was thrown to the ground, and he started kicking me in the stomach. "YOU .ARE. SO. WORTHLESS." He grunted out each word with its own breath he was beating me so hard. He has never beaten me this hard before...Realization hit me. Today was the anniversary of my moms death.
"YOU KILLED HER!" He screeched, hitting me harder. "AND, NOW YOU ARE GETTING THE SAME FATE!" He was trying to kill me when...His phone rang.
*Ring, Ring*
"Hello." *Quiet muffling from other side of the phone* "Alright, I will be there." I watched as my dad hung up the phone, and grabbed me by the collar on my shirt. "Now listen you little bitch, I have got to go to work, but don't worry we will finish this later." And, with that he threw me back to the ground, and left.
"I am so scared." I whispered to nobody, and started crying silent tears.
