"What is this?!" Abbey's mother argues.
"It's nothing." Abbey's father replies instantly.
"It's obviously something!"
"FINE! It's a DAMN plane ticket..."
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Let's stop right there. I don't want to hear anymore arguing. I'm sick of it! Days, nights , seconds , minutes , hours just all arguing non stop!
Mind my manners. My name is Abbey Vargas. I'm a 16year old girl, who has a background you won't imagine. It's like coming from hell and back. Except... I don't really come back. I stay.
"ABBEY WAKE UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!" My father shouts.
I get up, and grab my towel. I head to the bathroom to get in the shower and while I was getting undressed, my father walks in with his evil smirk.
"Dad!" I yell. I already know why he's here. Why he has that smirk on his face. I know what he wants to do, so I try to cover my exposed body.
"What? I just want to play a little game >:)."
If you call sexually touching a child, and don't stop until you feel like it, a game...
"Daddy, please stop!"
He keeps going. He grabs my right boob and lowers his hands down to my butt.
"I don't want to play, daddy." I say softly as a tear drop rushes down my cheek.
He says nothing.
"Why me?" I would ask myself everyday. "Just, why?"
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Bad Luck Never Ends
Teen FictionMy name is Abbey Vargas. I'm a 16 year old girl that has a background that you won't imagine. It's like going to hell and back. Except I don't really come back... I stay.
