The Hard Truth (Camila/You)

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Caution: If you're sensitive to abuse, this book is not for you. ♡

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The wind outside was the only thing able to be heard in my quiet house. I had not been able to sleep from the occuring events earlier in this night. For how I longed for my family, for how I wished this night could just end.

After drifting asleep, the sound of boots clattering on the stairs awoken me. I instantly sat up in fear.

"You think I forgot how you back talked me?" The man who I once called my dad, now drunk and red faced.

I gave no comment.

"Got nothing to say you little bitch?" He got closer to me, his knuckles white from the fist he had formed.

"You don't scare me." I said, elicting a scoff from him.

"Is that right?" He raised his hand and I flinched back, making him burst into fits of laughter like a psycho.

He shoved me into the wall beside my bed and I felt my throat start to hurt from holding back tears.

"Please go away." I pleaded.

I studied his face as it contorted in many different ways. He was so close I could see the tiny holes where his whiskers had formed.

"Your mom never loved you. I'm all you have and you want to push me away?" He spit in my face.

"Fuck you!" I exclaimed but soon felt his rough hand slap me hard across the cheek.

All strength I had to hold back tears all disintegrating.

"Don't ever fucking speak to me again like that!" He shoved me once more and walked out the room.

I sobbed into my hands before reaching under my pillow and pulling out a picture of my mom and brother.

"I miss you guys..." I quietly sobbed.

A/N
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So, this chapters fairly short and depressing but it's important to this whole story. I hope to all the readers that you truly enjoy this. I'm gonna try my hardest.