Her Fight...

Chapter 1.

Ava's P.O.V-

Ever been told it's your fault that no one loves you? Ever been told that you will never be enough for anyone because of your past? Ever been beaten and burned and broken just to keep people away with of your scars? This is my life every day. I have hidden scars everywhere and no guy will ever love me because of it. I never show skin. I always wear pants and hoodies so that those close to me don't step away because of my "family". I'm what people would call literally broken. I've went through hell for my whole life. No one really pays enough attention to realize the hurt that I'm going through. I'll never tell anyone with my own words because then I'll be even more alone and everyone I love will be in danger.

How do you tell people that have known you since you were a child, what you went through when they were able to sleep through the night while you were at "home" getting beaten for just being alive? No one will ever understand me. No one will ever love me. I'm unlovable but I wish I was untouchable.

2 years earlier-

I woke up to the feeling of someone being on top on me. Instantly I knew exactly what was happening but just laid there and cried silently. There was no point on fighting back because that just makes it worse. As I lay there and let him do what he does every week I cringe at the moans coming from his mouth. He grabs my throat making me flinch whilst he looks me in the eyes and smirks. I can tell it's almost over with the sloppier that he gets. All I can think about as he goes on is how I can't wait to get out of here. I have a secret savings account that I've been hiding with my job money filling it. The only thing with having a job right now is the small factor that he might find out about it. And then he's going to take every penny that I make just like my last job. I feel him climb off of me after he has finished and I wait till he walks out of the room before I move off of the bed and curl onto the floor just wanting to get away from the disaster that is my life.

Back to the present-

I wake up with sweat rolling down my face and tears falling down my cheeks. The memory makes me feel it all over again even if I know that he's too drunk to get up the stairs to get up to my room. My name is Ava and honestly I wish that I could talk all about my life like it was something fun to talk about but that would be a lie considering the simple fact that it's nothing special. I live with a father that will never love me for me and that will beat me every day of my life for the simple fact that it's fun to him. Thinking about everything that could go wrong with me getting out of my room I walk into the hallway trying to sneak into the bathroom and get in the shower after locking the door. I simply stand in the steaming hot shower and let the water cascade down my body. I don't flinch at the pain that my body is feeling but invite it in instead. Honestly for the simple fact that I am happy to still be feeling anything at this point. After I'm done in the shower I do the same morning routine that I do every morning in the bathroom but with the door locked and whenever I am finished I walk into my room and lock that door too. Being the girl that wants to lay low and not be noticed I grab the grey sweat pants off my bed and the hoodie that hangs in my closet and grab my same pair of tennis shoes that I wear every day. Don't get me wrong I would love to wear something else but I can't when I don't have something else to wear. if I could go shopping and get more clothes I would but then I would have to spend my saving and I don't want to spend any of it for the simple fact that 18th birthday is 2 months away and I need that money to get away from this hell hole. I look around my room and walk over to my back pack and grab everything that I need from around it and hurry to shove it in as I hear him stumbling up the stairs. As I grab everything I hear him get to my door and start messing with the handle but with the door being locked he can't get in and that just pisses him off even more. The more he bangs on the door the more I struggle to get everything put away in my bag. I give up on it being organized whenever I hear the wood on my door start to crack. I grab everything that I need and open my window knowing this is my only way to get out. The ladder that is usually there is laying down so I throw my things out of the window and climb out. Just as I swing both my legs over the seal of my window I hear my door crash down. I look back and the look at the angered man that I call my father staring at me.

The second that he steps closer to me, I jump....

Sorry for the cliff hanger my lovelies but I will update as soon as possible...This is the first official chapter and I hope you all love reading it as much as I loved writing it. Please comment, like and share with your friends. See you next time....XOXO