"I'm going to kill you, you worthless bitch. You don't deserve the air you breathe. You killed him and I promise that as soon as I grow bored of you, I will kill you!" He roared as the belt hit my skin over and over again.
I closed my eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. I had been thrown into this four years ago. I had just turned 13 years old. I don't know what I did to deserve this hell. The only thing I know is to keep my mouth shut and to do as I'm told.
"Are you listening to me? I'm going to fucking kill you!" He was trying to get a reaction out of me. I'm terrified but I can't let that show. I can't give him anymore pleasure.
He threw the belt down on the ground, and blood was dripping down my body. I whimpered as he pulled a knife out of his pocket. Laughing at my fear, he slowly inched it toward me. I knew better than moving. I didn't dare do anything but breathe. He stopped moving it once it was against my arm. He started cutting and I closed my eyes, wishing it would end. I knew it wouldn't though. He was way to cruel to let me die. He wanted me to suffer.
"Look at me bitch. I didn't say you could close your eyes," he demanded, still cutting my arm. After a few minutes, he told me he was done. I looked at the cuts and cried as I saw what he had done.
"Aww does little bitch not like her new tattoo?" He snarled at me. I couldn't glance away from the blood that was dripping from the word "bitch". I shook my head no, showing defiance for the first time in over a year.
"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE SAY NO TO ME EVER AGAIN YOU LITTLE BITCH. I WILL PUNISH YOU. YOU WILL PAY!" He roared before leaving the room, locking me in, with the blood still pouring down my arm.
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Saving Lauryn
General FictionWorthless. Ugly. Disappointment. Broken. Damages. Bullied. Abused. The words repeated themselves in my mind. No matter what I did, I couldn't shake them off. Those words, however, did not describe me. Not anymore. But for some reason, I couldn't ig...