Bruised and broken

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"Please! Please stop... Mom help!" I Called but she never came. *crack*, "Fuck!" I bend over in pain as he repeatedly hits me. I fall to the floor. He starts kicking me over and over. Blood was pouring out of my mouth. I couldn't breathe.

After what seems like hours, he finally gave up. He looks at me with his blood shot eyes, "You're a f**king disgrace! You here me!? A DISGRACE!" He spits on my face.

I lay on the floor gasping for breath holdings ribs. And watch him leave. I lay there for at least three hours. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. I started running the water and sat in a steaming hot bath.

After five minutes the water went from clear to a red. I let my muscles relax and concentrated on breathing. It hurt, So much. I got out and looked at myself in the mirror. I was scrawny. I had brown black hair that swept across my face. I had two lip piercings. And bright green blue eyes. Everyday what I saw in the mirror was getting uglier. I hated everything about myself. I tried to stay away from my own reflection a lot of times. It's his fault, I thought.

See, it never used to be this bad. When I was younger, my father wasn't there much so beatings were more rare. But now, they happened daily.

It was three am when I finally was dressed, and out of the bathroom. I got into bed. I had to be up in three hours.

My eyes slowly got heavier and my mind drifted off.

And dreams took over...

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