Teagans POV:
I awoke startled from the banging on my bedroom door. I immediately knew it was my father trying to get in again for the second time tonight. Leave me alone, please. I cried quietly as I tightened my grip on the thin sheets. “Open the door you whore!!” my father shouted at me.
I slowly got up and walked to the door. I cautiously opened it. “Y-yes father?” my voice quivered as I asked.
“Why the hell was your door locked?” he furiously asked. I just stood there scared for what he would do to me and did not answer him “Answer me!” he yelled, as he smacked me across the face.
“I-I’m sorry, it won’t happen again daddy,” I cried as I held my hand up to my face. He laughed and smiled devilishly as he stepped closer to me. He pushed me onto the ground and started kicking me over and over again as I cried.
“Don’t do it again you worthless piece of shit.” He slammed my door and walked back to his room. I lay on my floor silently sobbing. Clutching my stomach I slowly got up walking to the bathroom connected to my room. I looked in the mirror at my reflection, tears stream down my face, hair a tangled mess, eyes blood shot and new bruises surfacing on my skin. I take a quick shower as I think back to when things were different, when I was loved and not beaten.
Now let me explain a few things. I’m Teagan Woods. Your average sort of girl, well I guess you could say. I’m a 17 year old girl with long brown hair and green eyes, 5 foot and 4 inches tall. However, what makes me different is that I have absolutely no friends, I get abused at home, and I self-harm. I’m not stupid, I cover my bruises that my father gave me and hide the cuts I gave myself. Things used to be different though. I used to be normal and have friends and a loving family, I was actually quite the popular girl. But everything changed when my mother died. I was only 14. My father became an alcoholic and very abusive, he blamed my mothers’ death on me. My best friend, Ryker Jones, stopped talking to me and left when I needed him. As for me, I stopped talking as much and started self-harming. My mother died of breast cancer. Thats when my life became a living hell.
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Please comment on how I did!! :) Sorry this is my first time ever writing a story and I hope I'm doing good. P.S. I'm hopefully gonna upload a picture of Teagan.
