My Story Life As It Is~

"No! please, dont do it, i promise it wont happen again", i said crying in despair while i kissed my stepfather's dirty feet. I pleded for him to stop hitting me.. my clothing were covered in blood spots from the past, and now from the present. I cant believe he calls himself "my father". He's always drunk!  

  "look you little bitch, your going to fuckin cook , and clean the damn house! You got it! "look! (*pulling my hair towards the floor) 

How dirty you have it!!  You think you can just sit around this house and not do nothing? huh? well your wrong! because in this house, your here to serve me, im the man of this house! alright? you got that?

" yes, i got it.. 'now go! before i kill you of all this anger you bring to me.

*i stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean myself.

*I look around the bathroom .. the place where i have the worst memories of my life..   i looked into the broken mirror, where he caught me talking in the phon once. i remember that day like if it was just yestrday ..  i was just trying to do an assignment that my teacher had assigned & i had not told him about it. i knew it would cause me no good to tell him..  & well he grabed the phone from my hands and slapped me with it arcross my face, i fell directly to the ground, i could still hear moni's voice in the other end, he clicked and told me to  never do that again or he'llkill me ..  anyways .. *shaking head.. i put my feet in ice to not feel the pain any longer, my feet were so sore, my blood started spreading into the icy water.. i took my school uniform off and put it aside.. very neatly.. i started putting my cooking clothes on,  That bastard touches me every time  I'm going to cook

but i cant tell mother, she wouldnt believe me.. she thinks father is a saint, she thinks i throw myself to him.

she says she wouldnt find better.. they are perffect for each other.. they both digust me. .. ill one day leave this house, ha! who am i kidding!

this aint a house its hell on earth..

 im pretty sure my mother would  blame me for the rest of my misable  life of him leaving her..to her he's her everyhthing, she doesnt care about me.. one day.. one day, ill leave.. and this time, i wont be comeing back. ..

 2 MONTHS:

"lexi! come here!" yes, here i am, whats this? oh its a painting i drew at school, i thought it would look nice in the living room, *wiping my hands on a cloth...

since the walls are empty and just plain white, i thought it would give the house color.. i thought it would look really nice.. 

"well you fucking thought wrong, didnt you?, i dont like it! get that fucking thing off my wall,! its horrible, pathic .. its my house! my rules!  im the fucking man!!"

ok ok, ill take it down..

"dont you raise your voice at me!!                                                                                                                          im not..                                                                                                                                                                      *grons HURRY!!! I dont have all your time, get it off and cook the best dinner you know, my buddies are coming over, and i dont want you interupting, YOU GOT IT!!! 

 yes.. now go, *slaps my butt 

I mutter under my breath I hope you die (: *smirk face & I left..

Later that night:

 He had a beer on his hand, was wearing a cowboy shirt, and jeans that were looser than ever!  he always wore his cowboy boots and thoses stupid sunglases he would wear all the time.        

   ..That was the last time i saw him, right after i finshed serving food to him and his "buddies" which were just as assholes as him..i left to the kitchen to clean up,

a couple of moments later i over heared voices outside, they were drunk already ,and were going out, he would always do the same thing every time, it would of not surpised me if he got caught by police again, my mother would bail him out, like always.. BUT.. this time it was different, i felt a relief for once. for the first time in my whole entire frickin life, i actually felty safe, never ran the thought thru my head that, that was the last day i was going to see that fucker. best day of my life..