I could feel the bruises forming under my skin, my body ached, my vision was blurry. Tears streamed from my eyes as I screamed, screamed for it all to stop, screamed for my freedom.
I felt my fathers fist pound into my ribs, momentarily winding me, and I wished for all this pain to stop.
Hit after hit, I felt the blood rushing beneath his skin, and I knew that he wasn't going to stop, I knew that tonight my skin would be shaded black and blue.
Unaware of what was going on around me, I felt my head smash into our tiled floor, and almost immediately I had an agonizing ache in my head, which ran all the way down my spine.
"you ruined my life, why? Why did you have to come along? You are worthless, you shouldn't be here, you were a mistake!"
My "father" often used that as a way to hurt me, my mother was 27 when she fell pregnant with me, and my father didn't take the news well, you see, he never wanted kids, and when I came along, he began to abuse alcohol and drugs. So here I am, 16 years down the track with my father pinning my legs to the ground as my frail body flails around on the floor. I am just another object he abuses.
Just as my father went in for another hit, we heard the familiar jingle of my mothers keys, and he began to scramble to get off me, but he was too late, my mother had already seen the horrific events taking place right before her eyes.
I let out a small whimper and held my head, where I felt blood seeping out and staining our white tiled floors.
"Christopher what are you doing! Get off her! She is your daughter! You are supposed to love her, not treat her like this" my mother screamed.
My mother, she was unaware of what my father had been doing, we always blamed it on bully's at school, he made me, he threatened me. But today that all changed, the abuse I had been receiving from my father would finally stop.
"Jennifer get out of here!" my father boomed with gritted teeth, but my mum, she stood her ground.
"I will call the police, chris leave right now!"
What happened next came as quite a shock. My father, he loved my mum with his heart and soul to death, when he was with her he was so gentle, so caring, but right now, you could see the rage burning in his eyes.
In a sly tone my father said,
"Jennifer, I thought I told you to leave" he had a sick smirk on his face as he rose from the ground, slowly approaching my mum.
"Get away from me, Chris don't" tears were forming in my mums eyes and I knew this was bad.
"dad don't!" I screeched, but I knew I was too late...
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Hey! My name is chloe and this is my new story! well at least this is an introduction! it is probably horrible so I am very sorry about that! anyways, please vote!!
