When I got up to my room I was relieved that he didn't hit me again, my black eye still visible since the last time I was "bad", but still a bit frightened. He usually does worse than just yell. I'm just waiting for him to come barging in with a hammer or something to inflict pain on me. You may think my father is a cruel man, I'm not going to stand up for him I know he's terrible, but he wasn't always like this. You see, my mother passed away 9 years ago and since then he hasn't been the same. He started off just going from spending all day at home moping around to spending countless hours in bars. At times I don't even know where he was! I use to turn to my friend Ashley for help, food and drink, or a place to stay since my father was never home. One day out of the blue, I came home to find my dad laying on the coach hammered as usual. I thought he was passed out, but I was wrong. You see that day I came home it was 9:00 at night, I wasn't suppose to be out that long.
"I was at Ashley's house. I'm sorry." I remember saying to him hoping he's calm down, but he didn't.
"YOU WERE WITH YOUR BITCH OF A FRIEND WHO DOESN'T EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU?! WHAT ABOUT ME?! HUH?! I WAS HERE FUCKING WAITING FOR YOU AND YOU DON'T SHOW UP UNTIL 9:00 AT NIGHT?! YOU'RE GONNA PAY! YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING PAY FOR MAKING ME WAIT YOU DUMB BITCH!" I remember him yelling at me the words that will haunt me forever. The words that started it all. After he said that he slapped me right across the face. My own father! Someone who I thought should never hurt a fly, let alone his own daughter! My cheek started to burn from the contact of his hand. I felt an other blow to my body, but this time it wasn't a slap and it wasn't to my face. He had punched me straight in the stomach which caused me to fall to my knees in pain. As soon as I was on the floor he took the opportunity to kick my straight in the face leaving me with a black eye to wake up to in the morning. I don't remember anything after that. I remember feeling his foot come in contact with my head and feeling the pain it caused me, but after that I was out. To this day I still don't remember. I do remember Ashley's reaction when she first saw me the next day.....
HI THERE! So umm this is probably really boring to you .-. I know I'm sorry!! It's 4:35 a.m. right now so I decided to make a story and this topic popped into my head. If you do actually like it then THANK YOU! I try :) ! But umm so yeah....please vote and comment what ya think!
~Angela
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Torture
Short StoryHi, I'm Samantha Parker...I like to be called Sam though. I'm really shy...my father abuses me quite often. At times for nothing. I guess I just deserve it. I always find myself thinking....can someone ever save me?