I was just a younger girl when my mum died. I was only 8 at the time but I still remember on that date September fifth of the year 2000 that was the day my life fell apart. It started out slow with my dad staying out late to "clear his head" and I knew even at that young age that he wasn't telling the truth. My suspicions were confirmed when he came home one night a few weeks after the late night "head clearing" started he came home very drunk and I didn't think anything of it because I knew that my dad wouldn't hurt me,that's where I was wrong.
When he first walked in the door he was mumbling under his breath about something that I couldn't hear with his head hung low. Then when he finally looked up to see me standing there his eyes flashed with an emotion that I wasn't familiar with at that young age... hate. When he saw me at first he just looked at me with that one emotion clear on his face.
Then out of no where he charged me like a wild animal smashing my head up against the wall I was pretty sure I heard a crack and the back of my head now felt warm and was throbbing. But before I could even think to scream or cry my dad yelled in my face his breath smelled like cigars and bear the smell was enough to make me want to gag. He said " YOU FREAK'IN WASTE OF SPACE YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He pushed my back up against the wall so hard I saw stars. Then he threw me on the ground screaming curses at me as he started to kick me an evil smile now forming over his features the same features that I used to always rely on for comfort and safety. He kept kicking till I could no longer keep on holding up my arms and passed out...
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Broken Beauty
RomanceEveryone knows the story of sleeping beauty. The girl who was just to innocent for her own good,loved by all,and the girl who had one of the best childhoods in the world. But what happens when that beauty shatters instead of blossoming in to the fam...