I remember the day Aria was born. A beautiful day . I was the handsome jock and her mom was the pretty whore. Of course I loved Aria but I didn't want kids I was 19. When she had Aria. Aria was a good kid and people said I was a good father. I don't know what happened to me everything , every single dream bursted into a "want to be ." I didn't want Aria so I left my "whore"
"I don't want Lydia." I said.
The whore had Lydia . Still the brunette hair with blue eyes.
Aria was happy I was miserable so I beat Aria. Every time she smiled at Lydia I hit her. I don't know why I beat her so badly.
" stop it Israel ." Said my whore. "What." I replied. I smacked her in the face leaving harsh bruises like a five year old painting a picture. "Just horrible" She grabbed Aria and left forgetting Lydia and I never saw Aria and my whore again.
Lydia's 11th birthday I told her to clean the kitchen. She refused so I smacked her and banged her head on the wall. Later that day she was gone. I searched everywhere for her and I heard that nipwhick Aria was in the hospital . When I got there they said she was at 3215 Nutcross street. I went over there and pushed her to the stove and grabbed Lydia. She pulled my necklace . Leaving my beads on the floor I pushed her and made her fall out. I grabbed Lydia and went home. I beat up Lydia. Grabbing her face and hitting it to the wall. Blacked her eye and making her bleed . I left her in the room and aria came and grabbed Lydia and I held my shotgun and she threw a pillow at me and shot my leg and left. I was paralyzed after that .
And I'll never be the same after .
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The Needed
Não FicçãoAria waters and her sister Lydia lives in a little apartment. Aria feels that she is needed but no one to yet help her. She have had a miss carriage and knows why. She still cannot forget and forgive her abusive father . She wants Lydia to not suffe...
