Broken To Pieces

home life

Charlie:

When I got home Savannah and the plastics were already there. Savannah had gotten an expensive 2015  convertible charger about a year ago and beat me home since I still rode the bus. I quickly ran up the stairs to my room and locked the door.

*half an hour later*

I was sitting on my bed listening to fashionably late by falling in Reverse when I heard loud banging on the my bedroom door.

Cole- open up the fucking door you fucking slit

Charlie- no I will not open the door

Cole- if you don't open the damn door right now I will fucking bust it down.

I sat there for a second scared if he was going to hurt me that badly if I simply did as told instead of resisting. I got up and unlocked the door smelling the beer on his breath.

Cole- Oh there's my little slut of a daughter

Charlie- what

Cole- don't you dare disrespect your father like that

Charlie- your not my dad and never will bc my real dad would have never hurt me like you do you ass.

That one tiny comment sent Cole into a rage mode. He slapped me hard crossed my check and left a stinging hand print.

Cole- don't ever compare me to that dead man. Now be a good girl and do as you told.

Charlie- NEVER!!

After fighting Cole for 30 minutes he gave up and went downstairs to watch a packers vs raiders football game. I crawled into the bathroom and dug under the cabinet for my bag of razors. When I found them I cut my arms, legs, and hips taking a way the pain with every cut. And while I did it I used every name and assault the used on me to cut deeper and eventually I fell asleep while I bled hoping to never wake up.

A/N
Hey y'all sorry for the shortish chapters. This on was kinda sad and I feel really bad but I have my reasons. And Grant will be back if This new group of guys save her first bye.

Peace Love Skittles

         Charlie