Chapter 1

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Dad: GET YOUR USELESS ASS DOWN Y/N!!

Y/N: Yes sir, you mad your way down stairs to see a broken lamp on the hardwood floor.

Dad: CLEAN UP THIS MESS!! he walked over to you ad shoved you into the broken shards of the lamp, cutting your knees, you got up bleeding and crying. 

You grabbed the boom and started cleaning, after you emptied the dustpan in the trash you were making your way to the stairs when you stopped from the horrible pain ifrom your older brother hitting you with his bat.

Brother: Home run! he said arragantly, he then proceded with hittting you pver and over until you had a broken rid, hand , and nose. 

Brother: Ewww, you're bleeding, mom's gping to be mad you bled on her floor, he said.

You got up and made your way to your room, bleeding and broken. 

Y/N's Mind; Why do they do this to me? I have done nothing wrong to them. I am going to run away soon.

Your "Father" Walked into your room to see you hurt and bleeding

Dad: What happened to the floor by the stairs, he growled in anger

Y/N: B/N beat me with his baseball bat, you said

Dad: Good, you deserved it. He walked over to you and hit you in the ribs, making you to cry out on pain, go to sleep punk , he spoke with hatred. 

You tenderly touched the now even more broke rib, when you finger met it you passed out from pain.

Timeskip to the next day.

Dad: WAKE UP AD MAKE US BREAKFAST YOU DISSAPOINTMENT!

Y/N: Yes father, you made your way downstairs to be tripped by B/N. Causing you to stumble ad fall, rolling down the stairs you sprained your arm, and broke your ankle. Once you were at the bottom of the stairs you slid slightly, you had passed out.

You woke up to find yourself in the basement, your injuries were throbbing, your head hurt, you felt like you had a concussion.

You woke up chained to the wall, your father was smoking a cigar and drinking liquor, he noticed you were awake and got out of his chair, he stopped infront of you.

Dad: Hey you little bitch, he spoke with a fake sympathetic tone, he put moved his hand with the cigar in it , he took a drag off and put it out on your arm, making you scream out and start to cry.

Dad; why did we even have you ? you're nothing but a failure, nobody loves you.

He pick up his beer and hit you over the head with it, in that time you broke, you felt nothing. Only emptyness.

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