Daisy

Chapter 1

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU WANT TO OR NOT! I DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW! GET IN THE CLOSET!"

I sighed in defeat, tears rushing down my face, stinging the fresh cut I had just been given for forgetting to take out the trash.

I slowly made my way into the small, uncomfortable closet that I would most likely be spending the night in, dreading each and every step I took. As soon as I was in, he slammed the door shut, causing me to jump.

I don't know why I was still startled by this behavior. After all, I did grow up with it. Hell I've lived with it every day of my life.

I guess I just figured that maybe I would be lucky enough to escape it one day. Now I'm starting to think that maybe I deserve to be treated this way. -

Allow me to fill you in, my name is Daisy, I am 21 years old, and I live in Boston Massachusetts.

I live with my boyfriend Derek, in a not-to-big, not-to-small house in a nice little neighborhood. I don't know why he treats me like this, or why my father did.

After years and years of trying to escape my father, I finally did, only to end up right back where I started with Derek.

I didn't want to be with him for as long as I have, for I do not, nor will I ever, love him. It has come to my attention that I am simply a damaged, damsel In distress who has given up on waiting for her Prince Charming. It seems to me that I am incapable of love.

But to Derek, I'm not considered human, let alone equal to him or worthy of his respect.

I've tried to leave him. But he wouldn't let me. He beat me and locked me in that closet and refused to let me out until I promised that I would never try and leave again.

So here I am today. Abused, mistreated, disrespected, and unlucky. But most of all, I'm stuck. And I am slowly losing hope. But I have a plan. A plan to end this hell that I am forced to call my life.

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AHH! My first chapter! I doubt any one is reading, but oh well. Anyways I'm going to try and update as much as I can!

Later lovelies!