My name is Angel Gray and this isn’t your typical story. You ask why it isn’t? I guess you will just have to read on and find out.
Today was like any other Monday. Except today was my birthday. I’m turning sixteen. You may think I’m like any other girl who has her sweet sixteen all planed out. Well guess what I don’t. I’m not having a party I’m most likely not getting any gifts. The only gift I want is one that I can never get. That gift is for what’s going to happen today not to. Today my father is going to give me the worst beating of my life. Today might as well be the day I die. Because he promised me on my sixteenth birthday I would get what I deserved. My father thinks I deserve a lot. He blames me for what happened to my mother. Even though I had nothing to do with it.
I was walking home from school by myself as usual. My father does not allow me to have friends anymore. He says that I’m too ugly to have friends. He says that they will want nothing to do with a ugly nasty little girl like me. On his good days his excuse is he’s trying to protect me from people. But when he comes home drunk and mad that’s when he tells me how he feels. I was thinking all of this and dreading going home at the same time. But when I got too my front door I almost had a panic attack. I should be used to this by now. Pretty much every night when he comes home he either hits me or he throws glass bottles at me.
I don’t think about running away because I already know what he would do to my mother. And I rather take the beating then him take it out on her. I love my mother and my brother more than anything. And I would give anything for them. So until my mom gets better or passes away I will not run away. My brother could leave at any time but he stays because of me. So when everything is set and it’s possible I will run. And I will never come back. I have a dream for myself and I will try and pursue is to the best of my ability. I want to help kids that had to go through what I did. I want them to be happy and know it will get better. To know that somebody does love them.
As I was thinking I hear the door open. I almost started crying on the spot. But crying shows weakness and I am not weak. So I went and sat with my brother in his room so my dad wouldn’t try anything. He is scared of my brother so he doesn’t do anything to me when he’s around. My brother Tray is seventeen he is a really nice person. He study’s hard so he can get a good scholarship into college. I’m proud of him for that. He doesn’t want to leave me, but I told him he has to. I would take care of myself. He wasn’t so convinced about that idea , but he said ok.
Just need some opinions about the start of the story.
