Mom walked into the room crying. My dad is taking turns with us. He torches us and we does what he wants. I comforted her. "Mom , it's okay.. I promise.He will stop. I'll make him. He won't be able to hurt us anymore. It's gonna be okay." I lied. I lied because it wasn't gonna be okay. It wasn't going to be cupcakes and rainbows, or Christmas trees and cookies. All there was were bruises and red marks. Knifes and guns. Rape and kill.
"Addy I love you." Mom said. "Youve been promising a lot. He's never going to stop. So stop trying."
"I know."
I looked.at mom. There was a scar on her arm. I started to sob. I looked at my arm. It was all red. All bruised.
Kindell walked into the room. "Your turn." She trembled. She then busted out crying and gave me a hug. I didn't hug back.
I walked out the room and looked Daddy. His grin mocked me. I slowly walked toward him. "Have a seat...darling." he smirked. I sat. I had to. "Yes Daddy?" I said with a tear streaking down my face. "Sit right here." His husky voice scared me. He patted the cushion next to him, directing me to sit.
I got up and sat down. I make sure I was as far away from him as possible. I put my arms on the couch and my face in my arms. He moved closer. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer.
He held me tight.
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Addy
Teen FictionWhy am I here? did ask to be born? Did I ask for life? Did I ask for a mom, a dad, a sister. Did I ask to be abused? No. So why am I here? Why was I born? Why is my life present? Why do I have a mom, a dad, and a sister?
