Deer Jornal, (Since she is only 8 I will put random spelling errors every once on a while.)
He hit me hard today and I bled for awile. When I woke up this morning he yelled at me to come downstairs and when I went downstairs his eyes were bloodshot, and glazed over. He grabbed me by my curly red hair and dragged me to the living room. He yelled NOW YOUR GONNA CLEEN AND YOUR GONNA DO IT NOW!!!!! He pushed me into the wall and I went to get up and cleen when he said And this is for complaining about it! And with that he pulled out his pocket nife out and sliced me all the way down my arm. Then he picked up the baseball bat and whaked me in the belly and something warm ran down my tummy. My shirt went from green to reddishgreen and I started to cry while he yelled at me to cleen. The neighbors yelled and there was a nock at the door. Police! Open up now! So he picked me up and threw me in the closet. I herd them come in and inspekt the house. I herd boots cliking the floors and then the door opened bac up and closed again. I gess the policeman left. I thought. Then he opened the closet and yanked me out. He threw me into the kichen and left without a word. I ran over to the table and pulled out a chare. I pulled it over to the frige and stood on top of it to reach the first ade kit. I felt around for it and didn't feel it. He moved it! The wite spots were forming and blackniss was appearing at the eges of my eyes, thretening to close in. I hopped off the chare and moved it back under the table. I went into the living room to get some cleaning done so he wont hert me later and as I was finishing the blackniss finaly closed in and I fell into the happey sleepyniss. When I woke up he was looming over me and glaring into my emrald green eyes. He yanked me up by my bad arm and I sqweeled in pane. He slapped me and said THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT I WILL HERT YOU EVEN WORSE LATER!!! I nodded in agreement and he let me go.
Thank You for lisening jornal, Zoey T. (Tang)
So what do you think of Zoey's dad so far. Comment and let me know. -Savvy Out. Peace!
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Zoey.
General FictionHe hits me and kicks me till I cry then sends me to bed. He takes me on car rides and smokes his cigarette and closes the windows till I can't breathe. Im only 8 and I have so many bruises I look like a dalmation. He has hurt me since mommy left. Th...
