What Lies Within

Chapter One

Never have i thought i would end up a slave, a useless body, a toy to torture but what can i say, my father keeps surprising me i can never be bored with with him Note the sarcasm.

Some people outside are probably enjoying the snow of December, and some are perhaps staying home warming themselves with hot chocolate, coffee, tea and what not, some might be cuddling with their loved ones next to the fireplace with blankets all over them.

Lucky them..

While my seventeen year old self is laying here dying in this cold dark basement, handcuffed, with nothing on other then these dirty clothes and a thinner than paper blanket pretending to keep me warm.

I am quite surprised I'm alive still, i could have died due to the lack of food and water or maybe shivering to death, but my fUcking body is stubborn enough to survive on the piece of bread that my precious father throws at me once a fUcking week or month i can't really tell, but what i can tell is that today is my birthday I'm 17 now and it's been a whole damn year since my father threw me in here, i never understood why he loathes me thought i never did anything wrong except being born i guess.

He used to come home drunk and stinking all the fUcking time, he used to search for the tiniest little things to start a fight with me and my mom, i shouldn't say a fight because mom never fought back, she always endured the pain and was always patient with him. another thing i never understood

Why did my mother even marry him, he never respected her and never treated her well, at least that's how it's been since i was born, i always thought maybe they loved each other before I was born and then they fell out of love because they didn't want a child and i was a mistake but then i think no i can tell that my mom wanted me and i'm sure of it because she always proves it and so she did this time which explains why she's in prison now.

One year ago, my naive and stupid self wanted a birthday party, not a typical teenager's huge birthday parties but for god's sake just a piece of cake and a couple of friends and a birthday wish was all i wanted and i begged the man i call my father for it, but little did i know it was a big mistake, a mistake I am paying for by being in here.
That day, my mother being my mother treated my simple wish as a command, using the chance when my father wasn't home she made me cake, decorated our small house with a few things, invited some friends and made me the happiest girl in the world but that didn't last long and what happened, you ask? Well my father happened.

I have seen angry people and i have seen my angry father but what i saw that day was someone i have never seen before, he was so angry that his eyes were more red than blood and they were pointed at me he started screaming and yelling at me scaring my friends away and as if that wasn't enough he started hitting me nonstop, i was under shock and so was my mother but that didn't stop her from shielding me and protecting me but my father being the monster that he is pushed her so hard that she fell and found a weapon which led her to commit the crime she got into prison for.

She stabbed him

And i wish he had died

But who am i kidding, bad things only happen to the good ones, and the bad ones always survive

Those scenes were repeated and repeated in my head for a whole year trying to figure out what did i do wrong, what pain could i have caused to my father for him to despise me this much.

But regret is long gone and is replaced with scars, scars that he caused while torturing me.

My name is Faith, Faith Ambrose or more like faithless Ambrose.. i always wondered why did my mother chose this name but now i know why, she wanted me to have faith as if she felt that my father was going to test my limits and see how long i can hold on on that faith, as if she knew this would happen and i would always remember my name.

My precious mom always protected me from my father to the point where she let him take her body and let him force himself on her in order to shut him up, and i was always crying in my room and praying for all of it to stop.

I once prayed for god to end my life and end this misery that i am living and when god didn't do it i almost did it myself, but now, and even if i am about to die, i can't let myself do it because i have a strong will to revenge, to let that monster taste a bit of his own medicine, plus how can i die without seeing my mother. My precious mother

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Okay guys this was the first chapter hope you liked it!

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xx

Lavender.