So this is chappie one :) hope you all like it if not all well.
Chapter one.
Six months later
"I'm sorry daddy." I say holding in tears I learned long ago they didn't make things easier so why waste them. Slowly I back up until I find myself trapped in the corner of the room.
"I ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING!" He screams at me raising his hand in the air. "No good!" he slaps me then back hands me. I taste blood in my mouth. I cringe but I don't dare say a word it only makes things worse. "Lazy!" he grabs my hair and throws me to the ground. "Worthless bitch!!" he kicks me, once, twice, three times. By now I am crying silent tears.
"Daddy please stop I'm sorry!" I say when he clinches his fist and punches me once in the side of the head. I see nothing for a second but my vision comes quickly back. He unclenches his fist but smiles in a way that lets me know he's not at all finished.
"I don't think you are Lindsey." He says stepping on my legs pinning them down. "but you will be!" I scream and kick trying to get away. He just keeps smiling and reaches over to grab the pan of boiling water. I struggle harder than ever.
"No daddy please!!" I beg and he just dumps some of the water onto my stomach stands up and walks away. I scream in agony, carefully stand up and run to my room as quickly as a can. I gasp with each step I take I know I must have three or four broken ribs along with the burn and all the bruises.
Once in my room with the door closed I immediately take off my shirt. I was right the burns are really bad. I should probably go to the doctor but I cant because they will ask to many questions. I walk carefully to my dresser and open the top draw. I shove all of my clothes to the side and pull out the first aid kit. I sit it on my bed and pull out two rolls of gauze and some burn spray.
I spray my whole stomach with the burn spray since nearly all of it is burnt. I look down at my burn its going to hurt so much worse tomorrow. Whats even worse is that I have school tomorrow. Just great. I wrap the gauze around my whole midsection realizing that I have some burns on my back to, probably from the water rolling down my sides to my back.
At least I will be safe for the rest of the day and in the morning. My dad doesn't like to hit me in the mornings before school, things are harder to hide that way. I'm not saying he never has or never will. He just doesn't like to.
I clean up my mess glad my bed is up higher than most, the burns make it hard to bend. I dump everything in the trashcan in my room and hide the first aid kit back in my drawer. I lay down on my back on the top of the covers of my bed and try to breathe. He will be in soon to apologize He only apologizes because he thinks it makes everything better and I wont leave. Truthfully he doesn't care what I do or where I go as long as 'his' house stays clean and his dinner is done before he gets home. Today that didn't happen I messed dinner up and had to start over. He punished me now he's afraid I will leave. If I had the money I would leave.
"Knock, Knock" He says tapping on my door. Its barley been thirty minutes he never comes up this soon afterwards. I'm terrified.
"Come in Daddy." I say only loudly enough for him to hear. He opens the door and walks in. I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed though it hurts to do so. He sits beside me.
"I'm sorry Lindsey." He sighs "I'm really sorry. I'm just stressed from work." it's a lie he's always relaxed at work. The truth is he drank a little to much at the office and it brought out his bad side. Well maybe his really side because all of the nice stuff is fake. "It wont happen again." We both know it will though it happens nearly everyday.
