~5 Years Later~
Carly is now thirteen. Life for her hasn't gotten any better. It has actually gotten worse. She crys every night.
~Carly's POV~
I feel embarressed. My father got better for a while. He tried not to drink, but when he didn't drink he took it out on me. Well, when he did drink, he took everything out on my body. I hate my father. Hate is a very strong word, but I feel a lot towards him. Hate means feeling intense dislike towards someone. Oh, and its intense.
~End Of POV~
John had just came home from work. Carly was sleeping in her bed. Her father gave her chores before he left. She was so tired, she forgot to do them.
"Carly Jane! Where are you and why aren't these damn chores not finished?", he yelled. She jumped up out of her bed. She started cleaning her room. Her father opened the door. "Hi, Dad.", she said nervously. A slight smile came across her face. "Why aren't these chores done?", he asked. "Sorry, I got caught up in cleaning my room.", she replied. "That wasn't your chore. I told you to clean the dishes and the living room. Is that so hard to do?", he yelled. "I'm sorry!", Carly cried. He began to get closer and closer. He undid his belt. "No please, don't!", she yelled.
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No Love
HorrorShe is being abused. Her father doesn't care about her. Her mother left her all alone. She hates her life. Carly wants to get away, but her father watches her every move. Only time will tell if she will get away.
