i know it needs to stop. Normal teenagers don't take this shit from their fathers. I know I have sociological problems. I can't get close to anyone. I have no friends because I can't keep them.
I need someone to fall back to. A mentor, a friend, a mother. I don't ask for presents on Christmas, I ask for my mom back.
Life has tumbled out of control ever since she died. Car crash. I was 12. Sucks. Really sucks. Dad takes his pain out on me. I'm just so screwed up inside, I think I can explode.
"Jules, I need you to help me pack for spring break," Veronica asked.
"Why ask for my help?"
"Because I want your advice! Come on." She dragged me out of bed and took me to her room.
Every year my sister and her friends go on a spring break vacation to Myrtle Beach for a few weeks to just, you know, get fucking trashed. Leaving me completely vulnerable to Daddy's wrath.
Veronica doesn't know how often it happens. She thought it was a one time thing.
I wish it was only a one time thing. But these bruises and scars all over my body want to disagree.
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In Her Eyes
RomanceThis is a fictional story about alcohol abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse. This is the story of a girl named Julianna finding love along the way of a journey that seems hopeless. I hope you enjoy c:
