Breathe. In and out, in and out, in and out. You've heard it all before Vaeh you know it's not true. His footsteps grew louder as he came closer to my room. His insults becoming harsher with every step. The door flew open and I knew what was coming next.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU'RE AN UGLY WHORE AND A DISGRACE TO BE MY DAUGHTER," he brought up his balled hand connecting it with my jaw. I fell to the ground the ground. My hand reaching up to my now tender jaw. Knowing it was going to bruise badly later. I felt a familiar wetness on my cheeks. I had started crying.
Tears streamed down my face as I thought of what I did to deserve this. As he kept going on his drunken rant I tried to block my face from anymore hits.He was finally tired of what he was doing and left my room. At this point I knew the drill. He'd hurt me, go downstairs and sleep off the rest of the alcohol, remembers what happened, says "I didn't mean it" and "I love you"; Then he expects everything to be just peachy and repeats it for everyday that I live.
I swear my life wasn't always like this. Actually I guess you can say it has been. I live a fucked up life that I wouldn't wish on anyone else. My name is Nevaeh Marie Payne and I was being abused by my father. Now I'm telling my story so someone out there knows that they're not alone.
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What if I jumped?
Teen FictionI am Neveah. I've been abused. This is my story. I can finally take control over my life without being in fear.
