STUCK

Chapter 1

Do you ever wake up and feel so great? Like there's not a care in the world. The curtains are wide open and the beautiful sun is shining through. The songs of the small birds are so illustrious that is feels unreal. This feeling makes you cling to every moment. Well, that's how my day started before I heard stomps coming from downstairs.

That's when this beautiful day came crashing down. "Where the hell are you?" I jump up from my bed tripping over my blanket which was tangled around my legs. I rush to open my door but it was too late. A tall man that is six feet tall towers over me. He is the man that others may refer to as a father but to me he's a monster. His brown hair was brushed back and he had his suit on. He's probably the cruelest man you'll ever meet. If you're lucky you'll never meet him. Unfortunately, I am his daughter; which means I'm very unlucky. 

"You stupid unworthy bitch!" he raises his hand slapping me. My left cheek instantly stings but I fight the pain."I told you to wake up at five this morning to make me breakfast. And please tell me what time it is." he says through gritted teeth. I turn to look at the clock on my wall to see it's seven-thirty in the morning. I had a mini heart attack. "Seven-thirty." I say in a quite voice. I turn my head to face him but didn't make it all the way.

He slapped me. This one was harder, like he wanted me to fall to the ground but I only stumbled. I start to tear up but I didn't let them escape down towards my chin. "It's too late now, isn't it? Get dressed you whore the bus gets here in twenty minutes. You know I'm not driving your sorry ass there" he turns but then stops, "Don't let this happen again or you really are gonna get it." this sends shivers down my back. "Yes.sir. It won't happen again" I say in a weak voice.

He left to work and I waited outside for the bus. I bet you're wondering 'Why does this stupid bitch not run to the police station and get this guy arrested? Like come on!' Well, I'll have you know 'this guy' is my father and maybe I am a 'stupid bitch' for not snitching on my dad. They won't believe me because my dad has 'friends', how could he not, he's a lawyer. He even told me if I ever thought about running to the police and he did go to hail his 'friends' would come and get me. I thought he was bluffing at first, but the paranoia would get to me, leading to why I have so many nightmares.

I also bet you're wondering 'Where the hell is your mother?' Well, the answer to that is, I don't know. My mom left us before I could walk. I have never seen her in my life. I can't even find any pictures of her in the attic; I thought I would since my dad doesn't like me going up there. The crazy thing is I don't hate her. How could I hate her, I don't even know her name. Now here is where your pity-filled voices ask, 'has this father of yours always beat you?' The answer to that question is yes. I have been abused by my dad since I could remember. If you know half the things I've gone threw it would make your worst demons look away.

How do I feel? What is this a therapy session, now? I guess you can say I feel trapped. I also physically feel like a punching bag. A punching bag with two legs, two arms, and a big mouth. It gets worse that, though, when we are at the presence of others he acts like we have the best father-daughter relationship there is. Get this, once he was about to hit me with a beer bottle, but once he raised it we heard a knock on the door. Turns out the neighbors heard yelling coming from my house. RED FLAG! Which reminds me; OUR NEIGHBORS ARE SO FREAKING CLUELESS! I could be bruised left and right and they won't suspect a thing. Our neighbors to the left of us are super old and barely hear anything. The ones to the right just moved in and the family across us are too blind to see I need help. I don't blame them, though.I'm not their responsibility. I still don't understand why my dad does this to me, I don't know why a small part of me loves him because he's my dad. I've read so many books where the parents are so caring and they'd anything for their kids. I've always wished I would get my happy ending, where my dad would change and we could finally be... happy?