Chance

Prologue

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"Where are you little shit!", my stepdad, Bradley, yelled throughout the house.

He's drunk again  

I hate it when he drinks away his problems. Couldn't he like buy a punching bag or something.

You're his punching bag

When my father died from Alzheimer, a progressive disease that destroys the memory and other important mental functions, I didn't want to live anymore and I was 16 years old. I tried to commit suicide multiple times but I couldn't for the sake of my mother, she was so depressed. She would stay in her room or when she was not in her room she would mope around the house and act like I wasn't even there. My father was diagnosed with it was I was 14 years old, he started to forget about a little bit of thing like, 'When was his birthday?' or 'Wheres Tommie?', his cat he had when he was a child. Then he started to ask who I was, the more things that started to fall apart the more I did.

My mom started to work extra hours at work so that we would have enough money for my father's treatments, but mainly because she didn't want to see my dad. I skipped school to take care of my dad because he would forget where he put his stuff and I couldn't risk him being by himself.

I started to skip school because I didn't see the point of it anymore, hang around the wrong crowd, died my hair from honey blonde to black. I started to wear dark eye makeup and dark clothing, my mom didn't care she never did. She met Bradley 2 years after my fathers dead, she said he helped her get over dad.

Her own husband is she serious. The thing that makes me more furious is she acting like she's the only one that has been suffering from his death, two years is a really short time if you think about it.

I started to like Bradley a little, but when he got fired from his job he started to drink a lot. The first time he hit me was because I was in my room blasting 'Get You' by Daniel Caesar. I didn't hear him bang on my door and he just barged in.

"Yes?", I said while giving him a confused look.

"Don't "yes" me, you didn't hear me calling you?" He took a step closer to me, and by the way, he walked you can tell dickhead was drunk.

"If I heard you we wouldn't be in this situation", walking to my speakers to turn the music down, "You just don't listen do you?", he said taking another step closer to me. I swear to the god whose in heaven if he takes another step towards me I will kick him where he has his little meatballs at.

Bradley was fast enough to grab my wrist in twist it.

"Get off me!", I yelled trying to get his hold off me. He grabbed my chin bring it close to his, and I swear I was going to gag by his breath.

"When I tell you to do something you do it!". He screamed in my ear and with that, he slapped me right on my face. "If you keep acting this way I will do it again," he said then left my room. I rub my cheek and saw that there was a red bruise and my wrist he left his fingernail print on it. I couldn't move.

Ever since then, I started to do self-harm again using razors and putting in more hours at work, but that didn't stop him. Every night when I came back from work Bradley would take all of his aggression out on me. My mom didn't do anything to stop him, she begged him to stop this one time but he threatened to hurt her.

I wanted to go to the police but Bradley is friends with them and in my town, they would believe Bradley over me.

I would wear makeup up to cover up the bruises and dark eye makeup with eyeliner.

I go to see my dad once in a while, often ill cry and tell him about Bradley and mom. I have no friends at all but if you count the wrong crowd I guess so.

I walk to work and home every day, I have gotten really skinny from the lack of food I ate and I didn't want to waste my money because I had to save up every penny I had to get out of this town.

I was walking back from work and stop to look at my "house", the grass hasn't been mowed in a long time and its dead. The gate is broken and our house looks different from everyone else. I made sure to not make a sound while trying to get to my room but I bumped into someone.

Bradley

"Where have you been!"

He's drunk again not surprised, asshole

"None of your damn business," I said as I clenched my teeth," Now if you will excuse me I'm tired."

Bradley was fast as usual and grabbed my wrist, the one I always cut. I groaned in pain, "Get off me".

"Everything you do is my business!", he chuckled. I tried to get his hold off me but that just led him to make his hold on me tightened and which made groan in more pain so I stopped trying.

"You stupid, useless, little bitch, when are you going to respect me".

"Respect you?", I chuckled back at him, "last time I checked respect is when its earned and you do NOT deserve my respect."

He growled and picked me up and took me to my room and dropped me on my bed. My mom wasn't home at all, not like she was going to do anything. I thought he was done with me but he locked the door and came back to were I was on the bed. I started to get off the bed but he grabbed me and pushed me back.

He started to take off his belt and he took out a condom from his pocket.

"What are you doing asshole!" I yelled

"I'm going to show you what I do to girls who disobey me".

I tried pushing him off me but that only led him to smashing his lips onto mine, then he lifted up his fist and knocked me out cold.

That's all I remember from that night, I woke up and felt pain in my lower region.

He took my virginity

He took something that didn't belong to him, and he took something that belonged to my first love!

How am I kidding what first love?

I saved up enough money to get a bus ticket out of here to go to Richland, Washington. I need to get far away from Ohio.

New life here I come.

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