I slipped into my closet and quickly locked myself in, terrified of who was downstairs. I had no way of knowing where he went, or what he'd been doing. For all I knew, he bought a gun and decided to kill me. I hadn't forgotten his sick, charming smile, the one of a man who knew something that their target didn't.
Suddenly, my door was ripped open, and light spilled into my world of darkness. I scrabbled against the floor, pressing against the wall, doing everything and anything in my power to get away from him.
"Calm down," he said, his words slurred and influenced by a large amount of alcohol. Apparently he'd been out partying, or he'd discovered his dinner. He tossed the rinds of cheese, bread, and the carton of milk to me. I knew at once it was to be my supper, and I couldn't let him know I was already filled to the brim with the feast I'd just had. I dove upon the food, pretending to shove it hungrily into my mouth as though I would never eat again. He smirked at me, and for no reason I could tell, suddenly slammed his shoe into my unsuspecting frame. I screamed, shocked, and fell to my side, hugging my ribs, three of which were most definitely broken. Grinning sinisterly, he grabbed me by the hair, dragging me from the closet. I clammed up, refusing to make another sound. He yanked me upward so I was off-balance before pitching me down the steep wooden stairs, laughing as I banged my way down. I landed at the bottom in a dazed heap, listening to the stately clicks of his heels as he made his way leisurely after me.
My father loomed over me, sadistic smile in place. He had a cane in his hand, which he didn't hesitate to use to strike me. An inaudible groan escaped my lips, and a tear rolled down my temples into my sweaty hair. Neither was missed by my father. Instantly he was on me, yanking me up and promptly decking every inch of me he could reach. I heard several definitive cracks as my ribs shattered, my wrist snapped, and my head was jerked backwards, popping several of my neck vertebrae. I choked back a second scream, so it came out in a strangled sob. Disgusted, my father dragged me to the door, jarring me against the chairs, tables, and floor, before literally kicking me out into the night. The door shut, and even if I could have been welcomed back inside, I still would have run, run back to my alley, the only place I considered safe.
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I settled among the garbage bags, hiding within them like a piece of trash myself. My father would agree, sneering as he deemed it 'appropriate'. At this point, I couldn't find it within me to disagree. Why else was I terrorized night and day, treated worse than the rodents that lived in our home, or in these garbage bags?
I couldn't keep it in anymore. Years of hurt, anger, torture, and loneliness had built up inside of me, being buried deep so none of it would ever show. Now, though, it bubbled to the surface, rising up in a gigantic tidal wave. One tear slipped down my cheek, and then the dam within me shattered.
A/N:
Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter...I hope it was still good! comment and tell me, and don't forget to vote! I won't update this again until I get comments from three different people OR five votes.
Yeah, Liz. You hate me.
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