I woke to the usual feeling of pain I sit up on the creaky dirty mattress known as my bed that lives in the basement. I look down at my legs, they are purple and covered in bruises. My arms don't get beaten because they aren't as easy to cover up as legs. It could be a hot day and I'd have to wear short sleeved t-shirts to make people think that my life is normal. but I'm this innocent girl at the age of 10 living with an abusive family. My mother is a druggie and my dad is an alcoholic a great mix, right? Well, we live in a normal house with messed up parents, but oh well. I go downstairs to start cooking breakfast. As I grab the bacon out of the fridge I hear that mum and dad are arguing again so I get the first aid kit out from under the sink. Looks like I'm going to go and get a beating. This happens every time my parents have an argument. They would come over to me give me a beating than go upstairs to go do whatever. Sometimes, I'd stay up at night when they are asleep and pray to god that one day he.God or some form of spirit. Changes my parents into the loving people other think they are.
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Bruises, cuts and scars
Teen Fictionthis story is about a girl that has terrible parents. A drug addict and a drunk. they like to beat their only daughter, luckily she has a great friend, who calls child protection services against the say of Dawn to protect her from her parents even...
