It was a rainy Sunday morning, the rain hitting onto the window. The thunder rippling through the sky. Loud arguments can be heard from within this one simple house, a dark oak house. In this house lived a young woman and man, father and mother. A young little sad girl.
The day brought fights between the mother and father.
*Bam!* *Smash!*
Things flew across the room smashing into the walls. Chairs being pushed out of the father's way, just to attack his beloved girlfriend. The little girl closed her eyes and wished for this to all be a dream. Laying, crying on her bed, shaking. *Bang!* *Crack!* The thunder didn't make it any better for her. Hear her mother scream.
*Blam!* The front door crashed open by the girlfriend's sister.
"Stop!" She yelled before pushing the boyfriend away. He turned around and grabbed ahold of the sister with a whirl, he pushed her into the wall. The young girl came down from her bedroom. She stood where the steps started. "Mom!" She cried as her mother glances at her and waving at her to go back upstairs. Black eye liner drenched down her pale face. Her hair was in a now ripped up bun.
"Kendall go to your room sweetie!" Her mother lipped. "Dad! Stop..p-please!" Kendall choked over her tears.
Later, the cops were called to the residents. They took my dad away, and my mother. Tammy took me into her home now. For now. My dad was a very abusive man towards my mother and me. My mom was later a drug addict. I was always alone. I didn't have any friends till Fifth grade. I had my friends, Jade, Ethan, Liliana.
I started to live with my dad again after he was released from prison. He acted all nice in the beginning till I was about eight years old. He started to drink again, he started to get violent again. My friends always had my back when I need them, when he starts to get violent. He started to do a lot of things again, some new.
When I was eight years old, he started to touch me in certain places I shouldn't be touched. He used me for his own pleasure. He only wanted me because I did things around the house and he sat around drinking, using drugs. I was the house maid at that age and now till this day. My aunt came over once in awhile. I tried telling her and she knows. She tried going back to court for me but, that one day she was driving to the court house she was found dead. Her car was crashed into another car before rolling down the hill, into the lake. I had no choice. I had to live with him, she was my only way out and the only one I had in my family that cared for me.
The age of eleven I lived with my mother, my dad went on a trip. My mother was disabled now. Her body was to skinny for her to even move out of bed. She never really healed from drugs. Her body couldn't go back to the way it was. She still was addicted. Again I had to clean the house, I had to help her with everything. My dad didn't come back from the trip for three years.
I'm sorry for telling my story so fast I just wanna say that this is only the beginning. I'm still living in hell at this moment. Look into my eyes and you'll see it.
( Heya it's MelodyComic22 here A.K.A Mistypedal 15, like i said in the story about her going to fast in the story. It is because I wanna get past the prologue. "Look into my eyes" is the beginning of what is going on in the story later. So I hope I left you off at a little Clift here. I wanna press some confusion into my stories and see if you can figure out if so I'll be telling at the end of the next part.
Later and enjoy 😊)
