Fear. Fear is a very common word among us human beings. Some may fear death, some may fear failure, some may fear rejection, some may fear lightning, some may fear insects, some may fear the dark and the list goes on...... but me.......the only thing I fear is Damon Crosswell. Some people may be acrophobic, claustrophobic and even entomophobic.......but me....I am Damon-Phobic.
If you were to ask most teens my age who they've seen the most each day, they would have probably named their best friend, but me, the only friends that I get to see everyday are blood, pain, tears, bruises, scars and darkness. I have become so use to those six things to a point where it doesn't phase me like it use to, It's as if I'm numb to those feelings. Damon Crosswell is the CEO of the world's biggest and most successful technology company. People say he's filthy rich but to me, he's just a filthy bitch.
Demon Crosswell, um I mean Damon Crosswell is my step-father. My mother Elizabeth and I live with him in a very elegant two story mansion in Beverly Hills. My mother is a very famous fashion designer. To an onlooker, We were the epitome of the picture perfect family. Everyone who's anyone wanted to be us but little did they know what went on behind these expensive closed doors. The saying "Don't judge a book by its cover" is proven once again.
"Roselyn open the door this instant", Damon said in a firm tone pulling me from my depressing thoughts.
I rolled my eyes "Or what?", I replied teasingly.
"Bitch, if you don't open this door right now, your mother will be getting it", he said gravelly.
Tears came to my eyes the minute he mentioned using my mother for his 'anger management'. I couldn't let him do that. I quickly blinked away the tears that were beginning to form in my eyes and walked over to open the door.
"How may I be of asisstance Demon", I said sassily. He gripped my ponytail harshly , I squeezed my eyes shut and winced at the pain. "Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that you ungrateful bitch!" he spat angrily in my face.
"When have I ever listened to you", I replied boredly. He pushed me so hard that my head came in contact with the wall, I gasped in pain. He sprinted over to me and pulled me up to my feet by my hair. He slapped me across my face which resulted in me falling to the floor with a loud thud. Reflex kicked in and my hand quickly held my cheek to ease the stinging sensation. I directed my eyes to the floor to prevent him from seeing the tears that were forming in my eyes.
He started kicking my stomach repeatedly. He mumbled incoherent words but it all sounded jumbled as black spots clouded my vision and everything went black.
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Hurting But Not Broken
Teen Fiction** Cover made by @oceancrest- ** A girl born to a mother who is brainwashed to believe that some men show their love by beating their wives and children. A girl who is abused by her stepfather. She's not the epitome of the usual abused girls that...
