Forget Me Not

Abused

I ran down the gravel driveway, barefoot. Hot tears blurred my vision, and my heart was pounding. As I ran frantically away from my house, I heard the loud thumping footsteps from my pursuer. I let out a slight whimper as I looked over my shoulder to see him drawing closer and closer, and then ran faster, my feet numbing.

Just as I was about to reach the road, a hand clenched my left shoulder, and the other wrapped around and covered my mouth, keeping me from screaming out. I kicked and fought, trying with all of my might to get loose from my captivator.

The man threw me to the ground. My side slammed against the ground, followed by my head. A pain seared through my body and an open cut on my forehead stung, now bloodied. As I laid on the ground, stunned, a rock hard boot kicked my side, knocking my breath out of me.

I wailed in agony. "Stop! Please, stop Daddy! Don't do it!" I wailed, curling up in a ball to try to protect my hurting stomach. I heard him chuckle, and then felt the familiar shape of a hand slap across my face, leaving my cheek numb.

Crying, I rolled over, and tried to get to my feet, but I was instantly shoved forcefully back to the ground. I started sobbing, shaking with every sob, though it hurt to cry. My sides ached, my head hurt, and my shoulders were on fire.

"Cry all you want, but no one will hear you out here!" He said, and then gripped my wrists tightly with one hand, and weaved his cold fingers through my hair, snatching it up as well, making me wince. He was right about no one hearing me, we lived at least ten miles from the nearest town.

He yanked my arms, pulling me to my feet. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and then tried to run. All he did was tighten his grip on me, and pulled harder. He drug me all the way up the front steps, and threw me inside, slamming the door behind him. I flinched at the loud sound, and my father laughed.

"Awh, you scared you little brat? Well good!" He yelled, slamming his fists on the table, making me back away.

"Oh no you don't! You come here!" He said, rising to his feet. I shook my head vigorously, and backed into the corner, whimpering. I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't want to have anything to do with him.

As I backed into the corner, he slowly drew closer and closer, rubbing his hands together. When I reached the corner, he was about a foot away from me. Then, he advanced forward, slamming my back into the wall, making me fall to the floor.

I yelped in pain as he slammed his fist into my face, and then my shoulders. I knew I would hurt tonight. As he hurled another fist toward me, I slid to the side dodging it just in time, and his fist broke through the wall, crumbling it.

He growled, and muttered something under his breath. Then, he whipped his head to face me, and stared me up and down like a hawk. I could smell the thick scent of alcohol coming from his breath.

"You will pay for this you maggot!" He screamed in my face, and then punched me in the face once again. I felt a warm, thick liquid ooze from my nose. Great... A bloody nose. Just what I need. I thought as he reached behind him for something, and then pulled out a belt. A long, thick, brown belt.

I stared at him with wide eyes. "No! Please don't! I beg you!" I pleaded, tears filling my eyes. He just chuckled and rolled his eyes. Then, he began beating me. The leather belt lashed at my open skin, stinging me and cutting me. I chocked back my sobs as tears trickled down my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the nightmare to end.

Finally, after about ten minutes of brutal beating, the belt quit coming. I slowly opened my eyes to see him just glaring at me. We sat there staring at each other in silence for what felt like forever.

"Go to your room. I'm done with you. I don't want to see you for a long time!" He yelled, and stormed out of the house. I instantly jumped to my feet, and rushed up the stairs and into my room. As the door clicked shut, I quickly locked it, and sank to the floor, exhausted.

As I sat on the floor, I sighed, relieved to get away from him. Then, I began to cry. The tears slowly streamed out of my eyes, and down my dirt-covered cheeks. I cried hard, shaking with pain. I didn't want any of this. I felt so alone. I wanted someone. I needed someone.

Then, I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I had a deep cut above my left eyebrow, my right eye was bruised, and there were scrapes and gashes all along my arms and legs. My stomach was covered with slits, probably from the belt.

I sighed, and then threw myself onto my bed, if you could even call it that. It was made of a piece of cardboard on the ground, covered with old sheets and a backpack as a pillow. My room was a medium sized walk-in closet, that was painted aqua blue.

I stared up at my dusty ceiling for a long while, when I decided something. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, and turned it on. I tapped the screen, and clicked on a familiar name. Then, I hit call. I decided to call Niall, and tell him everything.

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