promise me? (A Why Dont We And magcon fanfiction ) DISCONTINUED FOR NOW

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(Davina's pov)

NO! PLEASE NO! I whine as my "mother" hits me 3 more times with a wip, my "father" just sits in the background laughing and cheering her on.

You would think that sence Ive been going through this sence a young age I would be used to it by now, I guess not. After 10 more minutes they finished beating me.

They do this everyday after school telling me " YOUR A PEICE OF SHIT" , " KILL YOUR SELF ALREADY" , " YOUR A SLUT" just stuff like that got me to how I am today. I've tried to call the police and tell them what's going on but the police never belive me no matter how much I call.

I'm just a girl who gets bullyed at school, keeps my head down always, wears jeans and hoodies to cover my cuts and bruses.

i've tried to stop my cutting it never works out I run right back to it every time it's my only way in telling how I feel inside I attempted suicide over 15 times I waited it out to tried if it would get any better but it didn't so I didn't even try anymore so, I got on my knees and talked to god

" god I know we haven't talked in a long time but it's time I really need you because these god damn pills arnt helping I could end it all right now just give me a sign I just don't think I can go through it "

I break down crying . I keep telling myself I am nothing maybe I should just do what they want me to do, take my life . I can't... I can't make them happy no matter how hard I try I'm never good enough.

every foster home I've been through used me for sex or to just beat me. I've been going through this shit for 13 years I'm currently 17 years old being used.

Sorry if this was a bad chapter if your confused at all let me sum it all up. Davina is 17 been getting beat and shit around the age of 4 . She tries calling the police and stuff but the don't ever belive her.