"arghh" I screamed as I felt his steel toe on his boots collide with my ribs. Great, another few broken bones.
"P-please Dad" I managed to stutter out before i was cut off with his harsh voice.
"shut it you piece of shit" he spat. "Your a useless bitch. I don't know why your still living here" a few more punches and kicks were delivered as I lie helpless on my bedroom floor, blood splatters all around me.
The pain stopped for a few seconds, but soon returned as something sharp jabbed my left thigh.
"ARGHH" an excruciating pain shot through my thigh, making my leg go numb. I could feel the blade digging into my skin, blood trickling from where the knife was.
My vision was blurred and I could hardly see from all the tears shed and I knew I was going to black out any second now.
"I wish you had never been born. Your just like her and your the reason she is dead" He spoke again, but his voice faint.
My eyelids drooped, and soon, there was nothing but darkness.
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Living with the boys (DISCONTINUED)
Teen FictionAlly is sixteen and lives with her abusive Dad. Her mom died in a car crash when she was tweleve. She has a younger sister, Taylor who is fifteen and brother, Bobby who is five. After her dad gets arrested she goes to live with her mom's best friend...
