Abuse.

Abuse: Part 1

Might want to play the song while reading this... <3

Dedicated to those who are going though the same thing as Tessa.

(Note: This is not real, but there might be a girl ,concidentally called Tessa, being abused).

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Tessa's POV

"Please Dad, not again. I'm sorry - it was an accident." I pleaded with my eyes.

"Shut up!" His eyes were bulging as he dragged me into the bathroom; throwing the toilet seat open he plunged my head in the toilet. "Drink it, open your mouth!" I kept my mouth closed. He yanked on my hair and I gasped, the toilet water gushed into my mouth and on its own accord slipped down my throat. The familiar bleachyness burnt my throat, he lifted my head.

"Are you sorry? Are you going to do it again?" I shook my head. "Liar!" Dad screamed and plunged my head back inside. I flapped around and he pulled my head up again. That's when I spotted my sister by the door.

"Raine, help me!" I begged, she smirked at me and walked away. Raine loved to see me tortured whenever I begged for her help, she'd leave me to the pain. This was all because Dad wasn't actually my Dad he was my stepdad; Mum was dead - she died of cancer a year ago. Raine was Dad's actually daughter; I was just a step-child. As soon as Mum died the abuse started.

"Dad, I've learned my lesson please." I begged, in silence he pulled me up the attic and flung me in - this was where I lived. I heard the key twist in the lock. I would be left up here until morning with no dinner and just enough time to get my clothes on and eat some breakfast to get to school. I curled up in the grey rough carpet in the corner, I used a small suitcase for my pillow. I pulled a dirty blanket over me and grabbed the big book called 'Britannica', I loved to read but Dad had told me books were witchcraft. On Christmas Day in Reception , I was given a book called 'Alice in Wonderland'. Every night with a torch I would read it but one night Dad found it and threw it into the furnace fires, I never got to find out what happened to Alice. I read pages and pages of Britannica, I didn't understand what it meant but I still read on. I was already on page 790 of 1000, I heard the key twist in the lock again. My eyebrows knitted together, Dad had never let me out this early. His head popped up and I scrambled out of the carpet, I didn't need him knowing that I found comfort up here.

"Social Services are here," He snapped. "Say anything and I'll kill you." He threatened, I nodded and came towards the attic door. He jerked my arm and I fell down the ladder that led to the attic. I moaned in pain, his face crumpled and he hushed me. He produced a towel and towel-dried me; I was frog-marched downstairs. I went into the living room and slapped on a smile.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi I'm Mina," A middle-aged lady in colourful clothes spoke. "Have a seat." I obliged.

"So what's your name?" She smiled.

"Tessa."

"Okay Tessa, now I've been called here by someone who wants to remain anonymous," Miss Daniels. She was my teacher, I had accidentally told her about everything; I didn't mean to. It just slipped out. "She says that your Dad abuses you." I looked around and I thanked God that my Dad wasn't here.

"What's abuses?" I acted dumb.

"Abuse is when he hurts you, maybe beats you up."

"He doesn't, he loves me. Every Sunday we go out for a picnic and I get to feed the ducks." I lied through my teeth.