the ABUSED and the CAGE FIGHTER

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HEY HEY! OK WELL I COULDN'T HELP BUT TO POST MY NEWEST STORY AGAIN..ITS SAD I LIKE TO START A NEW STORY AND THEN GET CAUGHT UP IN IT AND THEN GO BACK AND FINISH ANOTHER...BUT ITS OKAY..

THIS ONE HAS ACTUALLY BEEN ON MY MIND AWHILE..SO HERE IT IS

CAUTION: WARNING WARNING! IT DOES HAVE ABUSE IN ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING ABOUT ABUSE DON'T GO ANY FURTHER!

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CHAPTER 1

THE ABUSED AND THE CAGE FIGHTER

"Brittany! Get your ass down here NOW!" He yelled.

I sprinted downstairs and went through the swinging door to get to the den.

I got in the room to find mom up against the wall with my father choking her while saying

"If you don't make this steak right just the way I like it, you are going to be in a world of  pain."

Mom had tears streaming down her cheeks when he let her go, she got up quickly and went inside the other door and started banging around the kitchen to whip another steak.

I kept my eyes on the floor and gulped.

"Sir, um I'm here. What did you need, sir?" I asked.

UH-OH I messed up big time.

He didn't like the the word UM.

Before I could correct my mistake he was in front of me.

He backed me up in to the marble dinner table.

He took hold of my cheeks and made me look at him and if gripped my chin so hard that I thought my teeth and bones were going to fall out of my mouth.

"Now, if your pathetic mother does my steak right this time you won't be hurt too badly tonight. So you better hope she doesn't do it badly because if she does, well you are going to get a beating like never before."

I just let the tears leak down my cheeks and nodded with out saying anything.

As he got closer to my mouth I could smell the beer on his breath before he smacked his lips to mine.

"You sick BASTARD, GET OFF OUR DAUGHTER!" Mom yelled.

He released me so fast I fell and as I went down dad knocked mom down and slammed her head against the floor.

"MOM!!!!" I screamed.

"Shut your trap you little bitch and go upstairs and start packing your shit for the move." He snarled, with out looking at me.

I ran as fast as I could up the stairs. I slipped a couple of times and always to looked behind me to make sure he wasn't following me.

I knocked twice rapidly on my younger brother David's door. It was our secret code so he knew it was me knocking.

He opened it slightly and peeked out.

"WAKE UP YOU STUPID SLUT!" I heard dad scream at mom.

"W-w-what h-happened to mom?" He whispered.

"He knocked her down then slammed her against the floor." I mumbled before the tears started falling down my cheeks rapidly.

He opened the door just enough for me to slip in and I looked around the room to make sure everything was locked up.

David shut the door and locked it up tight and came over and hugged me.

I smiled and hugged him back tightly and kissed his forehead.

"I'll always protect you little man." I told him.

He just nodded and said "It'll be okay sissy, I'm here." as David kissed my cheek.

"Okay little man, we have to start packing our stuff...were moving again...evidently." I muttered.

I would always protect David with my life if I had too.

After an hour later and my so called father had passed out I went downsairs to check on mom.

She was up cleaning but had an ice bag on her head.

I really looked ather and she had a black eye and I could see the left over blood stain on her lip where he had hit her.

I started to cry again and said "I'm so sorry momma, it's all my fault. I messed up again. "

"Oh honey, no..no.....sweetheart, don't you ever think it's your fault. It will never be your fault for what he does. Never forget that."

"Why are we moving again?"

"He lost his job. He supposedly went online and found another promising job in a town called Bradley Grand View in Tennessee."

Soon afterwards we both were up late packing up the house and I put David to bed.

I didn't sleep well that night because dad had to get up in a couple hourse and the yelling and fighting would start again.

I had to admit he did scare me alot!

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