Daddy Issues~

Father. Part 2.

My name is Ash, Ash Richer. And the only thing that keeps me alive is my twin brother, Blake. Blake is out there somewhere, when we were 9, me and Blake ran away from home. After our mother died of cancer. I needed food and I was cold. I told Blake that we needed to go home, he told me to go home but that he was not going to, he didn't want to be hurt by our farther, so I went home. I was given an apple, and was locked in a closet for the hole night. I never saw Blake once after that. When me and Blake's 11th birthday came. That was the worst day of my life. My farther made me take off my dress, and from there he rapped me. Almost every day after school. Homework then my dad. My best friend Kate saw all the cuts on my arms and legs. Then stopped being my friend, just left me there. If Jax never saw me in the gym I would be dead. I was stabbing myself over and over again in the arms and legs. He ran in and took the box cutter, picked me up and took me to his house. "God dam, girl you're only 14!" Jax said. As he put me on what I was sure was his bed. "Give it back, please." I said weakly. "What, the box cutter?!" He asked. "Yes, please." I said, still weak as all hell. "Fuck no!" He yelled at me. "Why?" I asked. "Look I don't know you well but I still care about you, Ash. Blake was my best friend." I said lovingly. With that he got rags got them wet, and wrapped them around my arms and legs, to try and stop the blood.