His Abused Mate

Chapter 1

  "Please don't. I didn't mean to do it." I cried as my dad pushed me. "Then why do I have this shit!" He screamed as he threw the soup at me. "I'm sorry I'll go remake it." "Don't bother" he said as he dragged me to his room. When we got there he threw me on the bed and started kicking and punching me. When I he was don't he slapped my face so hard that I started crying. "Shut up you little bitch." As i started to run out of the room he grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. He climbed on the bed and he told me he wasn't finished. Next thing I knew he was taking his belt off.

      When I woke up it was morning. I looked around and I saw that I wasn't it my bed. When I realized it was my dad's room memories of what happened last night flooded my brain. I remember telling him to stop but he just laughed at me. My dad used to care for me and play with me but now he beats and rapes me. This all started after my mom died. My mom died because I ran into the street. If only I wasn't a stupid six year old and listened then I wouldn't be living this hell.
     When I heard my dad get up and go to the bathroom, I quickly slipped my clothes on and ran to the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen I grabbed the eggs and bacon and started to cook them. When I was finished i grabbed a piece of bacon and ran upstairs to my room. When I got to my room I grabbed some clothes and went to my shower. I turned the shower to luke warm and took my clothes off and got in. I started to wash my hair with my watermelon scented shampoo and conditioner. When I finished washing my hair I started scrubing my body vigorously. I wanted everything from him off me. I knew some things would be left from him but I had to try.
  When I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and got a brush. I started brushing my long wavy brown hair. My hair was sopping wet so I grabbed another towel and started drying my hair. When my hair wasn't sopping wet I took of my towel and looked at the mirror in horror. My body was covered in new bruises and cuts. I looked at a scar that was right above my belly button and traced my finger over it. My dad gave that to me on my sixteenth birthday after he raped me for the first time. I was crying so much and screaming then he got a knife and stabbed me. He stitched me up because he used to be a doctor. I'm turning 18 in a few weeks so I hope I can leave. I've tried to leave before but that just ended in me getting hit. When I go to school I have to wear longsleeves shirts. I get bullied by the snobby rich girls who hate me. Some guys stand up for me but other guys join in.
    When I finished drying off I pulled on my blue jeans and white shirt. I did a waterfall braid in my hair and went back to my room to get socks. When I got my socks I ran downstairs but was stopped when I saw a person that looked identical to my mom yelling at my dad.
  "Mom?" I whispered as my eyes started to water.