*Caelin's P.O.V.*
I shattered the window with my only free hand. He pulled me back, the only thing i could grip was the sharp broken glass. My hands swelled and bled at the pressure of the glass against my caluces. He yanked me harder this time and hit my lower back. I cramped up and fell backwards. Which gave him freedom to hit me and kick me and whatever he wanted. I was his toy. "Stupid Bitch" He yelled and left me sprawled out on the floor that was covered with blood stained glass and ripped clothing. I rolled over onto my stomach and tear after tear fell from my eyes. "Next time it will be worse" he came back drinking a bottle of jack. Once he was finished he threw it at me. It hit my head and a world of pain swirled into me. I shrieked. Panting in distraught pain I made myself get up and climb onto my bed. I moaned when I moved any part of me. So many bruises covered my arms and legs and stomach. Belt burn marks surrounde my back, and scars on my wrists.
How much longer do I need to stay here?
Until I am 18 years old. I wished in my heart for a time traveling machine. Although i was almost positive I wouldnt make it to 18. The door to my apartment slammed shut which shook the whole room, and I could hear his footsteps racing down the stairs and out into the parking lot. A car started and quickly rumbled away. I gained enough strength to get out of bed and go into the bathroom. I searched every drawer until I found what i needed.
A razor.
The shiny, sharp blade mocked me. I slid it across my wrist, over and over again. The blood soon began the drip from the slits. I bit down hard and tried to ignore the stinging. My natural reflexes made me hold my arm under ice cold water.
This is how every night goes in my life. He beats me until I am too weak to stand up to him and then he leaves for the rest of the night to what I expect to be a bar or some type of strip club. Then I take out my emotions onto myself. My name is Caelin Styles, I am 14 and I live in Ontario, Canada. Ever since my mother Ariell passed away in August of 2010 Ive been living with my abusive stepfather. I have always been alone. No friends, no siblings, no family that loves me. Just me, and I dont even love me.
I attend a public school that I do poorly in and I usually do not show up. I have been held back once, I am in 7th grade and I am supposed to be in eighth. My step father doesnt want me out of his sight. Yet he beats me, and shows no emotion towards me what so ever.
I never knew my real father. Not even his name because my mother never liked talking about him. My step father got married to my mother 1 year before she died. I never liked him because he bossed my mother around and was lazy all the time. He ignored me until my mothers death. She did not show up home from work one night and I was home alone. I called her many times but still no answer. My step father came home at midnight with the scariest look on his face..a look I will never forget. He looked at me and then he said "You took her from me you little whore!" That was the day he began to beat me.
I never knew the truth about what happend to my mother. To this day its a mystery.
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