Under A Blanket Of Scars

chapter 1

It started when I was 13 . The beatings , and God help me I resisted. Each day he made sure that I remembered exactly what I would do if I ever crossed him. Hell , crossed him , he never gave me a chance to cross him . I then made it to 16 and unfortunately didnt feel anything anymore ,  I just let him do what he had to  . I never let a tear fall or hiss out in pain I simply stared  into his beady eyes and with a blank expression on my face .  I had stopped hoping he would somehow love me or for anybody to save me frome this hell or for someone to care, I just stopped.

And then he died. All of a sudden . I literally came home and he was on the kitchen floor , I just assumed he was passed out drunk. Thankful that I was free for that night I climbed up the stairs . The next morning I saw him still lying on the floors.  I was forced to call 911 and when he was announced dead,cause of death, unknown , and unfortunately ... I was the number 1 suspect . Let me tell you a six month court case is anything but fun. They asked me questions that made me switch off completely.  He made sure that even when he was six feet under he still caused pain to shoot through my very being .

I am now 17 and with the fortune in heritence I moved out of my small town into a much larger town, alone . I moved because I decided I was not going to be the sad , abused loner anymore. I wasn't  going to change , I was going to renovate my appearance and bring out the real me.

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So here's the very first chapter of my very first book well it's more of an intro . I still haven't really decided on a name I like issabelle though but I'm still not sure . As for the cover I literally got that off Google so it isn't permanent actually any cover would be better . 😂😂 so until next time young travellers .