Saved by the Bad boy

Another Painful Day.

Why?
That's the question I keep asking myself. Why did I have to ask for ice cream that night? Why couldn't I have just satisfy with what I have and forget what I don't.

Like any 5 year old would do, I pestered my parents into getting what I wanted. That resulted in my mother being dead and my father abusing me, but I deserved it.

Now 12 years later I'm still being abused.
Sorry let me introduce myself. My name is Lilly Collins and I'm 17 years old. My father is Henry Collins and I have been getting abused by him for 12 whole years.

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"Wake up slut"
"I said wake FUCKING UPPP" my dad shouted then kicked me in my stomach.
I whimpered but still got up or it would have been 10× worse.
I got up and hunch walked to the kitchen to make my dad breakfast before I got ready for school.
"Hurry up you worthless slut" he seethed
I quickly took up his food once I finished it and gave it to him with his coffee.
He took up the fork and ate some of the food then took the plate and threw it at me. It hit me on the side of my head. I whimpered again even thought I wanted to scream. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of screaming.
He got up and repeatedly punched me anywhere his hand could get.
"I-Told -You -To -Cook -Me -Food-What -The -Fuck -Is -This -Rubbish."
"I'm sorry, please stop I'm sorry" I plead.
"Get out of my sight"
With that as fast as I could have moved I went upstairs to my room to get ready for school.

When I finished getting dressed grabbed my school supplies and walked out of my room and out of the house.
" Someone please save me" I whimpered to myself while walking to school.
"Save me from this hell I call a life."