When I was 3 years old my father finally came into my life. Most people would think that was a blessing. But, it turned out that he was an alcoholic. When I was 5, I had seen him beating my mother. I didn't know what to do so I hid under my bed. One day in October, my mom was at work and my dad was at home and had been drinking. I was in my room watching the tv when he walked in. He told me it was bath time so he got me undressed... But instead of putting me in the bath he had beaten me with a hanger. Then he told me he would hurt mom if I said anything to her. The next day my mom saw bruises and asked what happened, I said I fell down the stairs. She told me to be more careful and then put an ice pack on it.
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The Real Me
HorrorHi, I'm Zella and you don't know me yet but you will soon. For now all that I can tell you is that I am 13 years old and I am not normal. And you will see why...
