BROKEN

Ariana

The song is great~!

Also, it inspired the name for this book (and is sadly a very popular name for books like this....) 

Anyway, enjoy the new edits, even though this chapter didn't change all that much....

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"You worthless bitch!  You can't even be on time and make me a meal!"  My head collides into the wall and I yell in pain as the wall cracks and black spots edge my vision.  My skin feels as if it is being sliced off right where he lays his hands on my shoulders and on my neck. "Just as worthless as your mother!  I can't believe you."

"I-I'm sorry, f-f-father..." I stutter out, holding my bleeding head.  I'll need to stitch it up again later....

My supposed "father" takes a few steps back to admire what he had done to me; he loves to see people in pain. A real father wouldn't do something like this to his daughter; no mater what I had done wrong. But I have no right to talk, because he does this every day because I always mess up. I am a failure. No matter how hard I try to please him, it always comes back to this....

"You say that all too often, dear.  Do you really think I believe that your apology is real?  You're probably off fucking some older man for money, or even just to feel good for a few, measly, seconds.  Your mother was a whore too, you know.  She also left me with the burden of you." I know where this is going.... "So, you need to start to pay up more...."

"Please, haven't I paid enough?!" I beg, curling into a ball and still avoiding eye contact.

"You will never be able to pay up for your mother, so don't plan on having a life of your own." He then grabs me by my long, strawberry blonde hair and yanks me up the stairs, me fumbling and trying to get to my feet behind him.

I yell out with what little air I have in my lungs, hoping that someone will hear me this time, that someone would care.

My breaths get shorter and shorter until I'm gasping for air but then he finally throws me down at the top of the stairs, relieving me of the pressure that had built on my lungs.  "Go into my room."  I don't bother arguing and I don't dare to look up from the floor, but I wobble my way to his door, dizzy from multiple things.

My mind is spinning with various thoughts, but mainly: what is he going to do to me this time?

He comes around me and rips the door open-- made angry due to my sluggishness-- and pushes me to the ground inside his room, slamming an locking the door behind him.

Grabbing me by my ankle, he drags me to his bed roughly, giving me a large brush burn on my back where my baggy hoodie had lifted up and made my skin rub against the floor.

I try to hold in my yell-- knowing it will only get me into even more trouble-- as he grabs me by my neck and throws my up and against the head board.  "Now, listen to me.  You will not yell unless it is in pleasure, you hear me?  Pleasure me like you do those other men; like your mother did.  You are both whores, after all."

"B-but this i-i-is w-wrong!  P-p-please d-don't do t-this!"  He slaps me hard on my cheek and I whimper, closing my mouth.  Why must this be my punishment today?  I don't want this: this is rape!

"I'll slam into you so hard you won't be able to have sex for a week, let alone walk."  I can't fight him... after all, I probably deserve this.