Broken

Chapter 1

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ZOELLA'S LIFE

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"I cant fucken stand you here when your drunk!" My mother shouted. It wasn't a surprise to see them fighting again. Sometimes I wish I was from another family since my parents hate me and Damn the day I was born. They never let me forget it. Apparently I was the child of a man who raped my mum. My dad hates me for it and my mum can't look at me in the eye.

"I wouldnt have been getting drunk if only fifteen years ago you aborted that basturd of a child, but noooo you decided to give birth to it!" He shouted. I gripped my teddy bear harder holding to it for dear life. My life could never be normal when im hated. "itll be okay," I told myself repeating it various times in my head. I heard the door slam shut and watched by my window my father leaving. Even though hes not my biological father I still call him that even though he doesnt deserve that title. He use to be nice to me and made me feel like the most important person but I got ill one day and long story short I needed a blood transfusion and thats when my father found out I wasn't his. My mother revealed everything and at the time I was 6.

I feel my heart beating fast once my door slammed open sending the cool breeze to hit my skin. I felt my heart drop once I saw it was my mother and she had the whip.

"Its all your fault!" She screamed as she lunged at me causing me to fall.

"I HATE YOU!" She yelled as she slapped me and yanked my hair.

I silently cried hoping this would past by fast.

She then threw me against the wall causing my face to ace in pain.

I couldnt move since I was at my weakest. Not Eating for a week straight can really weaken a person.

I shut my eyes tightly knowing what was coming.

"I Hate You!" She yelled and then I felt the whip hitting my flesh. I held on tightly to my carpet and gritted my teeth.

"She'll get tired soon" I mentally repeated.

This continued for ten minutes till her arm grew tired.

I couldn't get up due to the pain. I decided to just lay down their for the rest of the day. What's weird is it hurt but not badly as the other beatings I got. Either way I know for a fact the bruises will show.

Somewhere between the night I noticed my door creaked open and their was a black shadow of a male figure. I couldnt tell if it was a dream of mine or real life. I was still in my sleepy stage. I then noticed how this person stayed there for about a minute but then walked away shutting my door ever so gently. After that I shut my eyes and let sleep take over me.

"Look im sorry but it wasn't my fault!  You know my religion forbids me to abort!" I heard my mom yelling. Usually when they get in a fight my dad tends to walk out to go drink away his problems away again and they continue their fighting the next morning.I fixed up my hair putting it in a messy bun and cleaned my swollen marks on my back.I applied make up on my noticeable bruises and picked out a simple outfit before heading out. I learned its best to climb down the tree next to my window and walk to school. It took all my strength to climb down the tree and walk like any normal person would.

Im glad there's school since it gives me the opportunity to escape this dreadful home of mine. At least not a lot of things are that bad considering im in the dance team. I really do love dancing and swimming. Funny enough I joined a bunch of clubs so im very active in school but they dont know my real reasons why I wanted to join as many clubs as I can. I made up a fake doctors note to say I had an injured back so I wouldnt be able to dance, Swim or anything else that involves me moving a lot.