A New Beginning

Prologue

A/N

Hello fellow wattpaders, thank you for stumbling across my story. I started this book about a year ago and it has gone through many revisions as I can't seem to make up my mind on how I want this story to go. I finally now have a plan in motion and am truly happy with how the story is going. Completing a wattpad book is on my bucket list so that's why I'm doing this. I don't care how many reads I get because I'm having fun writing.
I'm slowly editing this story so if you see any mistakes. Please excuse them. And if they're really bad comment on the side please, it would just help me out. Lol I'm a really bad speller. The chapters get much longer as the story goes on. Thanks xx -Bridg

Melissa's POV

    "Please stop". I beg as my father comes at me again.

    "You worthless piece of shit." He slurs and I dodge another hit. Of course he's drunk again. Just like he is everyday. Every since my mother died when I was 8 he hasn't been the same. I learned quickly that I had to look out for myself. When I turned 12 I got a job at the corner store. The man that owns it was a friend of my moms his name is George and he knew I needed the money. He was more of a father than my dad was. When I'd come in there with cuts and bruises he'd always fix me up. He'd give me his daughters clothes that she didn't wear too.

    Over the years my dad's condition became worse. Before he only drank on Fridays. Than it was only weekends. Than it was every other day and soon it was everyday. He's an alcoholic and I pay the price for it. He takes his anger out on me. He tells me it's my fault mom died.

    I use to be happy. But now I rarely ever smile. All my friends left me when I turned 12 cause that's when stuff started to get really bad. I was alone. I had nobody. I'm now 17 and still have nobody in this town. People avoid me because they know what my dad is like. The judge me and I honestly don't give a shit.

    I snapped back to reality when I felt my cheek stinging. He hit me again, but the pain barely registered. I looked up at my dad, my eyes cold like they always were.

    "Leave me alone." I snarl and push him out of my bedroom and slam the door. I lock it and grab a chair. Propping it under the doorknob so he can't get back in. I collapse on my bed and start to silently cry myself to sleep like I do everyday of my life. I hate myself and I wished I hated my dad but I don't, I love him even though he doesn't love me anymore.

    I think back to when he use to push me on the swing every weekend and read me bedtime stories. When my mother would take me to the park or let me crawl into bed with her if I had a bad dream. I remember when my dad would check under my bed for monsters.

    Now he's the monster. I thought to myself as more tears slid down my face.
I wished that tomorrow I would wake up and this would all just be a horrible nightmare.
But I knew it wouldn't be, because my life is a nightmare.