Chapter 1
Part 1
It was a blistering cold night, and I was sitting in my room writing in my diary, when all of a sudden I heard the bang, bang, banging of those huge footsteps up the stairs. I was dreading it, it was like I knew what he was coming to do. I counted 1, 2, 3 BANG! The door burst open, I hid in the corner of my bed as he came over. I could smell the sweaty alcohol on his breathe and his sweaty hands touching my body. I just wanted to scream out for help, or push him away. But I knew there and then I couldn't do anything to stop him. I struggled for a while. It lasted for ages, I felt the grip of his hands loosen of my body. My eyes were shut tight all of a sudden the doors slammed and the banging of his feet seemed dimmer as he ran downstairs. After he left I was so shaken up. Yes he RAPED me, this time he done more than I expected.
Part 2
The next day I was sitting by the side of the lake when I saw a dark figure run past me. What was that? I thought t myself. Is someone following me. I didn't understand what was going on. After a while I just left it and went to school. I was drawing my mum in a beautiful red dress. She died when I was just 1 years old. Now because she is dead I have to live with my devious step dad I just hate living with the bastard.
As I was drawing I felt this huge hand on my shoulder. I wouldn't dare to see who it was, but then I heard the voice saying "Your mother is not dead she is still alive in your heart." I began to cry.
Then I turned around with my eyes wide open but there was no-one there. It was my mind playing with me again. I thought to myself why is all this happening to me. After a while I packed up my things and went home and of course you know I was dreading it.
I was so scared, I slowly pushed my keys in the door and it unlocked. I stepped inside to smell the smoke ad the alcohol in the air. What was I thinking? I should have never came home. But as soon as I entered the door it was t late to turn around and leave. I just had to put up with it a little longer.
The smell of the smoke was choking me. I ran upstairs as quick as I can so my bastard of a step dad won't catch me but my legs weren't fast enough. He called my name.
"Shantelle! Shantelle ?"
"Yes dad"
"Get your shitty backside downstairs NOW.!"
I slowly walked down the stairs hoping and praying that all he was going to do was shout at me. But I guess I didn't hope and pray hard enough. As I walked into the kitchen all I saw was the biggest dirtiest red hands I have ever seen. WAK!!! He slapped me. I fell to the ground, holding my face. He lifted his leg ad kicked me in my stomach. I screamed HELP.! HELP.!
"Shut up You ass hole." He hit me harder to make me be quiet. But all I focused on was screaming even louder. He grabbed me by my hair and took me upstairs.
"No, No please not again."
