Pointless Pain

Chapter 1

"Liberty Ellie Drake, get down here now!" Father bellowed for like the fifth time. I was about to get out of my usual hiding space, on top of my cupboard, but stayed silent and still as I heard father's heavy feet heading up the stairs towards my room. Holding my rag of a doll to my chest, closing my eyes tight my father burst through the door.

I slightly opened one eye to a slit to see my father looking around my room, a scowl upon his face. My messy bun of hair brushed against the roof as I looked to see if there was anything in his big, hairy hands. Luckily there was nothing there. I sighed a relief, before slapping my hands over my mouth, realizing too late what I had done.

His eyes flicked to the where I sat. Growling like a demented wolf he marched towards the cupboard. He attempted to reach for my ankle, as I screamed down at him. As he began to give up at reaching me, he grabbed my cupboard and pulled it over. I went flying into the opposite wall, knocking a painting off my little brother had made me, smashing the portrait.

A cut on my forehead sent a trickle of blood down my cheek. "Why didn't you answer me?" My father bellowed at me, grabbing my wrist so I couldn't escape. "Because I hate you! Mother hates you, Bradley hates you, the only person who thinks you are a decent father is my twat of a brother!" Father snarled before slamming his other fist into my face. I screamed in pain dropping the tatty doll to the floor. My elder brother, the one I hated, entered my room. Father looked at him, and as if he silently said so, Peter left the room.

I scratched fathers hand with my shortish, broken nails, this drew blood making father instantly drop my blood starved hand. I made for the door and flew down the stairs. I ran for the front door and jumped down our front stairs. I grabbed my dirty BMX and cycled away. I heard father yelling and screaming my name, cursing me with harmful words, I didn't care. I was used to it.

We live far out in the country in a large house. We had a lot of money father had basically stolen selling fake products. I had known about his scandals since I was at least eight, he had threatened to kill me if I told anyone, so I stayed silent.

Father had always seems to hate me more than most my family. He prefers my older brother to my younger one, Bradley, probably because Peter is the only one to be ok with what father does. I am the only one not afraid of him. No one ever believes me if I tell them about him, so I learn to live with it, always making sure I have an escape.

His attacks on me got worse once I turned fifteen as that's when I finally started to fight back. He used to be very, how would I put this, inappropriate towards me, touching me in places no twelve year old wanted to be touched. So at fifteen I managed to stop him, but made him start attacking me more.

When I turned sixteen father pulled me out of school, so I have not many friends and half of which aren't really friends at all. My closest friend Zoe had tried to help me learn stuff she had been taught at school, which I am ever grateful for, but it's hard. Well things may have been hard for me but I believe things will get better one day.
Hopefully....