The life that I once lived... Macklemore fanfiction

chapter 11 ~ Dad

"Nine years ago i was fourteen and i lived with my dad. He abused me. Physically and mentally. He moved back in with my mum when i was nine years old. For the next five years he hit me, beat me up and made me feel bad about myself. I thought it was my own fault. I thought i deserved it."

I started to cry.

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              Nine years ago...

My mum left me with him when i was ten. I dont know why she left that day and more importantly  why didnt she take me with her.

Sunday the 10th of November 2004. It was getting to 2 in the morning. Chills ran up my spine, dad was having a late night. That meant double the booze and double the... My thoughts got interrupted. I could hear keys jingling trying to get into the lock in the door and a deep groaning voice. My chest went tight and my breaths went rugged. I ran to my bed room jumped under the covers and held them as tight as i could. My dad was back.

"LILA! Where are you honey?"

My dad's booming voice echoed in my head. I held my breath until i felt faint. His boots stomped every step he took. Coming closer and closer. He opened my door and pulled the covers off me and grabbed my wrist.

"Come on Lila theres no need to hide."

His brown scruffy hair hanged off his greasy scalp. Although his face was quite hansome his dark, baggy, mean, brown eyes shook me and made me tremble. With a bottle of whisky in one hand and my wrist in the other he pulled me with a cruel force towards the living room floor.

"Sit there!"

He spat. I gulped and he laughed.

"aw, are you scared you silly, stupid girl!"

I blinked the tears back. Dad took six big gulps of his strong whisky, acting like it was water.

"HA! They call this a drink!"

He smashed the bottle on the table and i flinched. Sparks of glass flown off the bottle onto me. Brushing them off he grabbed my hand and pushed it into the glass. I screamed.

"You know you deserve this Lila."

He slurred his words.

"Your perfectic. You should be glad. This is for your benefit Lila."

My father grinned showing his awful yellow teeth. Carefully i started to pull the sharp pieces of glass out of my hand. Maybe that was it for tonight...

His face went red to purple with furious anger.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING !?!"

He yelled.

Aggressively he smacked me across the hand and then across the face. Digging his fingers into my solf neck he lifted me up to my feet. I couldn't breath and my head started to spin and my breaths faltered and heaved. He let go and pushed me into the hard wall with a thud. Pain stifled up my back to my head and it made my legs lose control. Falling to the cold floor my dad towered above me.

From out of nowhere i manged to rise to my feet and run to the kitchen and grab a cutting knife. My hands shook as i grasped the plastic handel. I threated my dad with the knife

"stand back d-d-dad i'll, ermm..."

Tears came down my face because i had no idea what i would do. Dad smirked.

"Come on honey pie. We both know you would'nt do anything to your daddy. Pass me thd knife baby."

My eyes widened looking at the knife. I dropped the knife with a thud. Crouching down; he picked up the knife. Suddenly he pushed the knife to my neck and laughed. His acid, burning breath splutterd in my face. Pushing him i manged to get away but he skimmed my leg with the sharp painful knife. I screeched out in pain.

My dad got me on the floor and we was in a struggle. Rapid breaths were made when the knife was getting closer and closer to my throat.

"NO! PLEASE DAD!"

Blood shot eyes starred into mine and he weakend for a few seconds. That was all i needed.

The next things all went to fast. i grabbed the blood stained knife from my fathers sweaty palms. It catched my neck and i groaned. Jamming my foot in his stomach he yelled. I lifted the evil knife into the cool air and pushed it into my dads bulging stomach. Again and again and again untill the cruel light slipped out of his  eyes and he was gone forever. Gone forever, at last.