-PROLOGE-
" Here, try this." Paul, my abusive father, would say. When I would refuse to snort, smoke, or shoot, he would grab my , long black, hair and pull hard. I would cry out, not wanting him to pull my head off. I would always think back to when my mom would buy me dolls instead of what i really wanted. After my father would un-box the dolls, I would run up to my room and pull their heads off. I was never happy with any of my gifts they gave me, so I chose to ruin them instead of my parents hearts. Every time I would space out my father would deliver a nasty blow to my face. I felt the cold numbness of his hand. I cried out when i realized what had happened. Paul would always grin with pleasure at my responces. He punched me in my stomache and then started to take my shirt off. I scremed but alas I knew that not a single soul would hear my pleas. I struggled against his grip, tears streaming down my face. He crashed his lips against mine. I could taste the vodka and the suddle smell of pot in his breath. After that I would always black out. I never wanted to know what would happen if I stays awake during these punishments.
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Broken, Damaged, but Still Alive (A BVB Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction[Slow Updates] October is a girl with a rough life. A life of abuse. She is 16, about to turn 17, but she has yet to find her way out of he horrible maze of slaps to the face, drugs she is forced to endure, and rape. For about an hour and a h...
