WARNING! This will be a heavy chapter. I know I put a warning in the description, but if you have any doubts about reading this-- whatsoever-- then DO NOT read this chapter.
I tried to convey a lot of emotion and made this really depressing (like all of my works, really) so tell me how I did and what you think of this chapter.
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"I'm home!" I hear my father yell and the front door slam after him. What time is it? Isn't it 4:00pm? I counted the time as it went by, as I had nothing else that I could do, and he is early... why is he early!?
The basement door opens and the light blinds me, causing me to squint and look away. "Ariana...." No... what have I done wrong now? How could I not have know? This is bad... but I probably deserve it....
"Y-y-yes, f-f-f-father-r?" I manage to say, shaking from both the cold of the floor and just naturally stuttering.
"Do you have any idea what you did wrong?" It always starts like this....
"N-n-no-o, f-fat-ther...." And I normally can never give him an answer....
"Are you sure, Ariana? This hurts me more than it hurts you." I feel as though he feigns sympathy....
"... y-yes, f-f-fathe-er...." But I can see through it....
He heads back up the stairs, like routine, and I allow myself to let it out. Tears fall silently down my face, as I wonder why? Why!? He loves me right? But why must he pretend to be sorry for me? Why does he go to these extreme measures to try to keep me in line? Is this even right? What have I done wrong... unless.... "Ariana...."
"Father, p-p-please tell m-me; w-w-what h-have I-I do-o-one t-to m-make y-you disp-pleased?" I try pleading, as I have done recently like the coward I am....
"You have to figure that out for yourself, daughter." I don't yell or cry because something inside of my tells me not to....
The first hit of the normal, everyday meter stick hurts when it meets my bruised, bloody shin. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds as he hits me repetitively, but I make no sound and bury the pain, until all I feel is a numbing sensation.
I feel like I shouldn't do this, that I should feel pain for being the bad girl I am, but I can't bring myself to.
Despite everything he does to me, I still always begin to feel numb, so numb that not even his physical contact affects me.
He throws insult after insult at me, and they nearly hurt more than his beating.
He uses many items; some new, some already have my blood on them. He likes to use wire hangers, of which he can stab me, whip me, and brand me after he heats up the metal with the blowtorch, something he bought only to punish me with. He seems to like to make it as painful as possible for me and as easy as possible for him....
And now, things like that are not all he does. Since he... well... he doesn't hesitate to do it again....
"Hey, look who decided to show up," Carla says and blocks my path into the school. I keep my head down and don't make eye contact, hoping she will just leave me alone. "Not gona talk?" I have nothing to tell her and no reason to speak to her, even though I am fully capable.
I try to walk past her but she moves with me, making my anger rise. What the hell does this bitch want?! "Hey! Carla!" And the party continues....
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Teen Fiction*MAJOR EDITING* (Including plot and specific scenes; discard old story and opinions and what happened, as I moved it all too fast and made it stupid and cliché....) Ariana is a senior in high school, but still feels trapped. Due to her family circ...
