The next night was a night like no other. Daddy was yelling at momma.
Calling her a piece of trash and other horrible things.
I had to do something.
I had to make this stop no matter what! And I have to be honest here...he hurt me way more than momma.
I've had so many bad bruises from him that I can't even count em'!
And he's never laid one finger on momma.
Enough is enough.
I can't let this go on.
This needs to end so I'll end it!!!!
I jumped off my bed and walked into the dining room.
"DADDY!!!!!"
He stared at me.
"LEAVE US ALONE! JUST STOP ALL THIS DADDY!!! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He looked at me evilly again.
He walked to right of me.
He punched me.
I fell to the ground and when i reached the ground he punched me hard left and right.
I swung my fist into the air and punched him hard.
I then pushed him off of me.
When he hit the ground I started to punch him left and right back.
But he clutched my arm pulling himself up.
We just stood there for a minute.
"Well? Are you going to stand there or go out like a hero?" He asked evilly.
"A real hero chooses to end a fight rather than to start one.
I didn't start any daddy, instead you left me with no choice."
We swung and each other a couple times then i kicked him in the side which brought him to his knees.
I kicked him but he grabbed my foot and turned it.
I fell to the ground. He punched me 2 times then I punched him till he put his face in his hands.
I got up.
"This war is over." I said lowly.
I turned and walked to my room.
When I got there I went to sleep thinking (gosh...I really had beaten him to the pulp)
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Non-FictionDena is a country girl. She was born and raised in Alabama and has lots of great things in for her. But when dena is 16 she decides to run away from her abusive father. On her journey she finds herself in love with a boy named Luke. The tables soo...
