Beach Day in Melbourne (luke brooks)

Chapter 1

Abby's POV

(Age 17)
I'm done....i just can't handle it anymore. I've already been through so much why add onto my pile of misery?

My dad already 'had his way' with me and now I'm just lost. I had run into my room and locked the door with the line of locks that flowed down my door. I am unfazed by this, it's sad isn't it? Just acting normal because it's the usual, because it actually is.

Once again my mom is in her room watching TV on her bed oblivious to the 'activity' that had occurred not to long ago. She didn't know what happened because my father had sent her out of the house for more beer. Once she left was when he threatened to take my phone if I didn't come out.

~Flashback~

I was on my bed my knees hugged into my chest with my arms wrapped around them. I wasn't crying, no I knew better than that, I knew it would make it worse.

"Mary go get me some more beer." my father yelled at my mother. The vibrations of his voice shook the house,which I was also used to.

"Okay sweety." my mom replied as she grabbed her purse and keys and walked out the door. I heard the door shut and a car pull out the driveway. That's what I didn't understand, was my mom that dumb?, yes I love her but I just don't understand how she still loves him when he just gives her all this crap. the sound of heavy footsteps making themselves up the stairs interrupted my thinking.

"Get out honey..." my father whispered near the door in his usual fake sweet tone. I can already picture the sickly smirk on his face.

I knew better that not argue so I just got up and opened the door giving him an emotionless gaze. I just walked last him and into my parents room and laid down on the bed arms and legs spread just as I learned over the years of torture. I prepared myself for the worst as he did what he need to do.

~flashback over~

I know what your thinking, why over a phone? Well that's the only way I have contact with the two people that give me hope. Diana and Destiny are my two best friends, all that crap about not being able to have two best friends is well...crap.

They have been with me through thick and thin, and I love them for that. we can talk about anything and they are the people I go to after these things. no matter what they make me feel better.

(AN new story anyone? I just got this idea out of the blue and I hope whoever is reading this likes it! Thank you and I will try to update soon.)