Dakota gets abused, by her alcoholic father and her mom is too busy to notice, she gets bullied at school as well. Until one certain person finds out what's really going on... will they be able to help?
I wake up to a pounding at my door and I quickly realize I slept in and forgot to make my dad breakfast and pack his lunch for work today. He bursts in with a beer bottle in his hand but I don't notice it because I'm frozen with fear as I know clearly what's about to happen. He chucks the glass bottle at me and unfortunately, it makes its way to my face and shatters leaving my face with cuts from the shredded glass.
I whimper in pain from the glass bottle but my dad doesn't care he laughs and walks closer to my bed he yanks me by my ankles and drags me off the bed picks me up and throws me against the wall, he then starts repeatedly kicking me this doesn't stop until some sort of alarm goes off on his watch or phone. He turns it off looks at me with a snarl and yells
"THANKS, ALOT NOW I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK" before kicking me one last time in the face and storming out of my room down the stairs, and just like that he was gone.
Ace, aka my alcoholic father, he's always been in charge of me since my mom was at work all the time. He hasn't always been like this he changed ever since my moms was promoted to the lead pilot at Los Angles international airport, she's always flying out of the state and sometimes even out of the country she's rarely ever home so it's just me and my dad most of the time.
I lay on the ground for at least 10 minutes it's 6:00 am and school doesn't start until 8:45. But I force myself to get up, and look at myself in my mirror. I have brown hair with a little bit of natural blonde highlights my hair stops a little bit below my shoulders. I'm pretty skinny considering one way I get punished is not being able to eat, and I'm about 5'7 if not 5'8. I stare at my reflection in the mirror not pleased, I decide to take a shower and clean up the dried blood on my face and body. After I finish I decide to wear a tank top with a grayish jacket, and dark blue jeans with some rips but they don't show any of my bruises.
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I try and cover some face bruising with makeup but it doesn't work. I grab my white and black tie-dye backpack and head downstairs, as I make my way down the stairs there is garbage everywhere scattered beer bottles and cigarette packages litter the floor. I make my way to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and some money for lunch. Realizing it's only 7:00 am I decide to walk to school instead of taking the bus.
