Author's Note:
Hi! sorry for not uploading in a long time but I was kind of busy. Anyways im wrinting now so hope you like it! Please fan, comment and vote! Tell me any improvements and no rude comments. As well, for those of you who read my other story "Unfaithful" im sorry to say it is currently on hold just until i have time to upload more. Thanks! Hope you enjoy. * WARNING! THERE WILL BE SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!
(Abbie's POV)
"Abigail! Abigail! Come to Daddy honey!"
He called out to me in that fake sweet talk voice that he used. I could tell that he was drunk. It became part of my daily routine, my life. He would go meet his stupid "friends", get drunk then come home and beat me up. Then the next morning, when he was sober he would apologize and "make it up to me" by giving me money to shop. But the next night it would be the same. I was hiding in the attic so he wouldn't find me ... hopefully.
"Abigail! Abigail ... Where are you honey? Look what Daddy brought for you!" He lied.
"Yeah right!" I thought.
He never brought anything for me. He thought I was stupid. He kept saying that night after night thinking I would fall for it. I must admit I did the first few times when I was 12 and a half I fell for it. It had been a few months since my mother had died. She died a week after my twelfth birthday. I thought my father bought me a present to make me feel better but the only present was his beatings. His true colours had come out. If my mother would have been alive this would have never happened.
"Does Abbie want to play hide - and - seek with Daddy? You know Daddy doesn't like that honey. Come on out! He sounded more angry now.
"God please help me." I prayed. " Send me an angel"
My friends always laughed at me about this. My biggest wish was for my "Special Someone" to come and save me from my father. I have to admit I was a romantic person. Just then he opened the attic door. He looked so angry. I was terrified.
"There you are you little bitch! You better stop hiding from me! I told you to make me dinner for when I came home." He screamed at me while grabbing onto my hair.
" I was doing my homework." I pleaded and tried to pull away.
"Well then you were working too slow. Your such a lazy ass Abigail. Your mother would be ashamed!"
"If mother were here she would be ashamed of you and you actions. She would have loved and protected me!" I screamed in reply. Then I looked at him and realized I had made him angrier.
"You ungrateful bitch. I give you a home, clothes, money, food and other stuff and this is how you repay me?" He shoved me into the wall. A sharp shot of pain creeped up my shoulder.
He slapped me on the face and I felt my face start to burn. He shoved me to the ground and started to kick me in the rib cage.I wanted to scream in pain but I knew that would make him angrier. I quietly whimpered. I took all his blows quietly as he sweared at me. He punched me and I started to tune out all his profanity. I thought about all the good things in my life. Just then he grabbed me by the hair and lifted me up. I couldn't help it this time. I yelped.
"Shut up bitch! Do you want the neighbours to hear? Shut you friggin mouth!" He shouted.
"Yes, I want them to hear. Please let me go." I thought.
He let go of my hair and kicked me into the wall. My head the wall hard and I felt my self feel faint. I closed my eyes as I heard him slam the door. Just then my Lab Cupcake came out of his hiding place and started to lick my face. I got Cupcake for my 13th birthday because Dad felt "sorry". In that way its the best thing dad did for me in forever. The blow to the head got to me and i felt my self pass out. My puppys face became a blur then the world went black...
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Authors Note>>> hi everyone. This is the first chapter of Don't You Know You Are Beautiful? I hope you like it! Please vote, comment, fan and if you really liked it please tell your friends about my story. Means a lot! Thanks! - S.
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Don't You Know You Are Beautiful?
Teen FictionThis is the story of Abigail Alice Stewart who has been abused by her dad since she was 12. She is now 16. Will a special someone help her with her pain?