Paint it Red.

I always thought i was the normal one, except I was far thrown aside from normal. My dad got drunk all the time, and my mom? She always abused me and spat down on me. I had no one to talk to, no one to help me. I was the useless daughter who was too weak to do anything.

So I became the punching bag for my mother and a useless maid for my dad. I've never gone out, I've never been free, I've always been locked in, locked away from the world. From humanity, always have, always will.

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It was just another day, I was sitting in my room, finishing cleaning it up. My mother was out, and my dad was downstairs in the living room. I set my books on my shelf, wedging them between other books when I hear footsteps. I shrugg it off, thinking my dad was just getting something from his room. But my thinking was changed when I heard my door opening. I pushed the books all then way back, and turned around.

My dad looked at me, eyes droppy, and a bottle of alcohol in one hand. I looked at him, prepairing for the worst. He dropped his head and smiled, "How's daddies little princess?" His words were slurred. He was drunk, its better to be obedient when their drunk. I looked at his movement. He swayed a bit, almost toppling over. He pushed his head up, and looked at me, dead in the eyes, "Well?!" He slightly shouted. I looked away, "I'm fine. I don't really want company at the moment." I muttered, I could see a change in his eyes.

It changed from, glassy and woozy, to angry and confused. He straightened himself, towering, way taller than me. "You, no company? Hah, the usual, but, this is you're father, daddy wants some father daughter time." I could see a grin appear onto his face. I felt uneasy and shook my head, smiling lightly,

"Since when?" I could see he was beginning to get frustrated, he furrowed his brows and walked towards me. I turned to face him, while taking a step back, "Dad? What, what are you doing?" I asked taking another step back. He gripped the top of the bottle so hard I could see his knuckles turning white. My heart pounded in my chest, what, what was he doing? "I, Vena, I just want some father daughter time. What's so bad about that?" He shrugged lightly, I bumped against the wall, nowhere else to go, I was going to get cornered.

"Dad, you're scaring me. Pl-please." I said watching his movement while he walked towards me, he wobbled while walking towards me. I could see what he was thinking, This damn girl why can't she just be cooperative? Why can't she just be a good little princess? I looked at his eyes, crazy, madness. When he was closer to me, he lifted the bottle, and swung it down. I tried blocking it with my arms, but I was too slow, it smashed against my upper arm and the top of my head. I felt pain eat at my arm and head, tears were falling down my hot cheeks.

"What, dad what are you....." I tried looking at him, but my vision blurred, and there was more than one of my father. Which scared me even more, cause they all reached out at me, and lifted me over their shoulders.

As we leave my room, I hear, "Now, time for father and daughter time." My eyes hurt, from the struggle to see, so I closed them, and relaxed.

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I begin to open my eyes, they still hurt, but I'm able to open them. My head and arm hurts, "What happened? Where am I?" I muttered woozy from the knock I got on my head. I look around, its very dark, but I can see a silluoet in the corner. I hear sobbing, but not a female, a male. "Mom? Dad?" I call out, and hear a gasp. I see the silluoet walk towards me. As it gets closer, I notice its my dad, and he's grinning. My heart hammers in my chest and I try to move, but find my self being held still.

I look at my arms and see that chains are hooked around my arms. I look down at my body, and feel naked, but I'm wearing a tank top. And that's all, my eyes widened,

" Dad?" I feel tears pricking at my eyes. What, what have you done dad? He began chuckling, "Oh father and daughter time was fun wasn't it?" I could see him bend into my face. A couple tears fell down my cheeks, "You, what did you...." I couldn't find my words, I felt so disgusting, I felt so violated.

More tears fell down my cheeks, I'm useless. I can't do anything, I can't tell anyone. There was no one for me to tell to.I heard footsteps walking around upstairs. My eyes widened, my heart raced,

"HELP! DOWN HERE! HELP ME!!" My dad began cackling, "Your mother won't do anything to help YOU! Infact if she gets anywhere near us, she won't be living, breathing, or moving." He muttered grabbing my chin. My tears were now collapsing down my cheeks so many tears. My cheeks were soaked, he shoved my chin to the side and left the room. I waited for the door to the basement to shut, I began crying. Someone, anyone, please.

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