I hear someone barge into the house. I quickly sit up and wipe my tears away. I knew it was my father. I knew I was going to get abused again. I quickly jump off my bed and slide under it. He breaks down the door. I hold my breath. He scans the room and sees my feet sticking out from under the bed. He grabs my feet and drags me out. I scream. He looks at me with his red blotched face. Why aren't you like your mother!!! He yells. You're the reason she died! I never felt more pain in my heart. I can't believe my father said that to me. I try to push him out of the way but he grabs my hair and throws me out of the room. Kicks me in my ribs breaking one of them. He hits me once, twice, going for a third time but I roll to my side. I kick him and run. I run as far as I can.
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Abused
HorrorHer mom had died which caused the dad to began drinking. The days she gets abused by her own father she will never forget. Bruises, broken bones, and scars. Is the only thing her father gave her not little gifts but scars. Until one day she did some...
