The night turned out like any other night, you lying on the floor and your father above you, but this night was almost worse. You almost. No, you did, believe that things could be normal, for at least one night, but everything turned back to normal once the top of that beer came off.
Now your lying on the ground, getting repeatedly kicked in the stomach against the wall, smelling alcohol and feeling the old bruises, along with the new ones forming.
But tonight you've had enough. It probably isn't the best idea, but as he takes a small break to take a swig of beer, you get up and run to the bathroom, hoping to wash away something, anything. It's a bad move.
As you're turning into the bathroom, you feel his beer bottle hit your arm, breaking, leaving nasty stinging cuts and alcohol all over you. And now you're father is shouting your name and you barely close the bathroom door and click the lock before you hear
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FanfictionYour abusive father makes your life hard at home, and you're not exactly "Miss Popular" at school, and are altogether lonely. Until you meet Newt. TRIGGER WARNING
