Super short, but it's kind of developing the story a little more.
Swearing is involved and a little something else.
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“What the hell are you doing?!” Father screamed at me and I instantly stopped dancing and singing, accidently dropping my MP3 player. My eyes were wide as I slowly turned to face them. My mother had the look of fear in her eyes as she watched this all unfold.
My father didn’t notice the steps that I had taken away from him and me looking for the chance to run.
“I-I’m sorry, it will never happen again.” I apologized, although I wasn’t really sorry. All I was doing was having fun, and he had to ruin it.
“You better not, you little bitch!” he yelled and stomped to the stove to turn it off. “You lost the privilege to cook or eat in this house!”
As he started coming after me, I bolted. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could into my bedroom. I locked it and hid in the corner and darkest part of my room. But that lock didn’t stop my dad. He simply kicked down the door, taking off his belt.
The bedroom was dark as my father whipped me with a belt. Twenty-six… twenty-seven… twenty-eight… Never-ending.
My mother had left to go visit the neighbors; she wasn’t able to watch me endure this torture. She always ran away from her problems. I guess that she sometimes didn’t have a choice but she does have a voice, she just chooses not to use it.
Then something that my father had never done before happened- something so horrible, far worse than him beating me with a belt, or with anything else. Something that made me just give up.
He raped me.
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Bullied to Life
Teen FictionWhen you feel worthless, neglected, and ashamed for whom you are, you just want to give up. Sometimes being a teenager makes you want to die. Carter Mortonson is bullied and abused everyday of her life, if it is at home or at school, it doesn't matt...
