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seven

Jade

She went inside the house, but she was about to walk back out as soon as she heard the glass shattering.

Her father emerged from the kitchen, clearly drunk as he walked towards her, a beer bottle in hand. She pressed her back against the front door, utterly terrified.

"Please don't," she begged, tears filling her eyes as he raised his hand and slapped her cheek harshly.

"Disgusting whore," he spat, slapping her again as tears streamed down her cheeks.

She didn't know what to do other than just take the pain.

He then raised his other hand that held the beer bottle, and her eyes widened in utter fear.

"No, daddy please- "

"Shut the hell up," he slurred, and she could smell the revolting beer on his breath.

"Please don't, daddy no- "

"I said shut up!" He yelled, and a piercing yelp left her lips as the bottle came into contact with her face.

She whimpered in pain, and she could already feel her cheek swelling.

"This is what you get," he spat angrily, slapping her again. "When you're a dirty little slut."

"I-I'm sorry," she whimpered, her face covered in cuts, her cheek bruised and swelling.

"Shut up!" He slapped her one more time, before whacking the bottle as hard as he could against her head.

Her vision blurred, a small scream escaping her lips as everything went black.

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She woke up on the hardwood floor of the living room, her head pounding and her cheeks stinging and stained with dry tears.

She managed to push herself to stand up, her eyes falling on the spot of dried blood on the floor.

Damnit, I have to clean that up.

Her head was throbbing, and she looked out the window, smiling in relief when she saw that her father's car was not in the driveway.

She made her way up the stairs dizzily, pushing open her door, falling onto the floor before she got to her bed.

Her head hurt way too much, and she didn't bother to get back up.

Why does he hate me so much?

I said I was sorry.

At this point, she didn't bother to stop the tears running down her face. She was in too much pain.

Why do you hate me, daddy?

I'm sorry that mom isn't here anymore.

She reached up and touched her head, blood staining her fingers as she pulled her hand away.

A shaky sigh fell from her lips as she pushed herself up once again, going to the bathroom to wash her hands.

This time as she came back, she made it to her bed, passing out immediately.

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poor baby :'(

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-izzy