Someone's pov.*
Here I am. A lonely girl in the basement of my own home. They say I'm a crybaby. They don't know. They don't know what he does. They don't know why I have all these bruises. They say I am fine. But am I?
Oh did I not tell you. I am in constant pain. One day he is happy. One day he is sad. One day he is angry, then says I'm the one doing bad. Is it really my fault?
Is it a crime to want to feel safe in your own home. That can't be true. The kids at school are doing fine. What about me. No. I come home in fear. Why the hell am I here. To be tortured. To die. Is that it. Why torment me like this. How was i supposed to know. It's not my fault. Is it? Can't someone save me.
" KNOCK KNOCK HONEY I'M COMING IN~~"
No no no. He is already back. Why. Why. Why. Why can't he leave me alone? This isn't fair I need to hide. Somewhere, anywhere. There is nothing here what am I supposed to do?
Narrator's pov.*
This girls name is Sadie. Her mother left when she was young. Her father was torn, ripped apart by her mother leaving.
It didn't have to be this way. It could have all been advoided. But he had an affair. It was his fault but he couldn't except it. If only he knew how much his ex-wife loved him. If only he didn't cheat. If only he could do it all again. But time doesn't work that way. Especially for liars and cheaters.
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ActionI wanted to make a book. All the people on this app inspired me. I am not that good at writing so I hope you like this. this is my first book need support. This story is going o be about a girl who is abused she lives with her dad who used to love h...
