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Abuse is Not Forever

My father swung his arm and slapped me across the face with his rough hand making my left cheek burn. he then punched me in the stomach not once but twice in the same spot making the pain hurt double. I wanted to scream out at the top of my lungs because of the pain that was trying to over take me and conquer every bone in my body, but I didn't. if I showed that I was in pain, it would only satisfy him and would make him hurt me more painfully than he is now, which seems impossible.

He grabbed my hair, dragging me across the persian carpet giving my thighs rug burn. I didn't yelp though, it wouldn't do any good.

I looked at rain who was crouched in the corner, her face was streaked in salty tears. I would rather it be me getting beaten then her. My body ached from yesterday's beating, I cant imagine how Im going to feel later on.

I gritted my teeth together as the pain shot through my legs as he started to kick them over and over and over again. then when he stopped he spoke

" that's what you get for being nosy in. Its best that you keep to yourself! you don't need to know anything you little piece of worthless shit. Stop crying, your tears dont matter."

Then he grabbed his whisky and vodka bottles and all the other crap that he gives himself to make him the monster he is,and walked into his 'secret' room that nobody was allowed to go into or...else...you probably could figure out what would happen.

My name is Veronica Lacy Simon but I like to call myself Ronnie for short, and ever since my mother left dad started drinking every night, and at one point he just stayed drunk abusing his two daughters carelessly.

My sisters name is Rain.

( a few miutes ago)

I could hear yelling and screaming as I woke up from my slumber. What the hell is going on? I quickly got up as started to make my way down the hallway.

As I rounded the corner I heard an ear piercing scream.

I quickly ran down the blue carpeted stairs, tripping along the way. I darted to the living room.

There I saw my little sister Rain lying on the floor with a fresh new bruise on her face. She had scrapes on her legs which were starting to bleed and had bruises forming everywhere. The once healed bruise on her face was now turning a dark shade of purple.

" Stop it!! Stop it!!!!" I yelled trying to pry my father off of her. he wouldnt budge,

" what the hell are you doing to her" I smacked the back of his head.

my mistake.

He spun around and grabbed me by the neck, shoved me aginst the wall and thats when all hell broke loose!

PRESENT TIME!!

So instead of having him abuse delicate Rain, I let him abuse me instead, you know let him get it all out of his system.

I would protect her from anything and anyone especially my father. I'm very defensive of my sister, you see shes basically the only family i got and seeing that mom isn't around, well somebody has to look after her!

Rain is younger than me by three years. She is 13 years old and I am 16 years old.

Rain is too pretty to have all those cuts and bruises from our father on her face. And I don't think that I deserve It any more than she does.

I don't even think of him as a father anymore. He is such a dysfunctional arrogant coward who deserves to die in a hole.

I remember when my mom was still here and my dad was his old self again, the nice guy. He was the person who I loved and adored. He used to be the most wonderful person that you'd always want to be around, he just had an aroma about him that said ' lets be friends'. He used to be all happy and cheerful all the time and had the most contagious belly laugh ever! but now he barley laughs at all.

　

I remember one Christmas, when the time came to put the cookies out. Rain and I had been waiting all day for this moment 'cause it was the first time we could put the milk and cookies out.

Mom had baked the chocolate chip cookies from scratch and dad had gone to the grocery shop and gotten the Eggnog. When it was time rain and I were grinning ear to ear as we set everything up. Mom and dad had the most happiest features plastered on there faces. Dad had a joyful twinkle in his deep blue eyes that I miss. They were sitting next to each other on the couch in front of the fireplace.We had a fire going which was giving us the warmth of family that you should cherish while you can. I wish it was still like that.

My fathers eyes aren't those beautiful blue ones I adore anymore. No now they're a charcoal black. They frightened fright itself with the cold stare they give off. .

I miss my dad. I know deep down he is still there and he is trapped in this strangers body, calling for help and begging to be freed. I just need to think of a plan of how I can get to him. of how I can free him. 'don't worry daddy I'm coming to get you out of there, wherever there is' I thought before I was interrupted by somebody's voice making me jump a mile.

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