Im_Just_Me_333
âDaddy, please.â I whimpered as the drunken man I call my father slapped me across the face, causing me to topple over in a heap.
I heard glass clinking and I tried to get up to run, the heavy footsteps came back quickly.
âOh no you donât girl. You need to be taught a lesson.â He slurred angrily slamming me into a wall, his breath reeked of alcohol and his voice was in a dangerously tone.
I felt the bottle smash against my head before I heard it shatter; I instantly fell to the ground again. My vision blurred by a red liquid coming from my head, I got yanked up again to be smacked repeatedly across the face. After a few more times I got tossed down and kicked. He kicked and kicked until I coughed up blood.
Itâs not like I havenât been beaten by my alcoholic father, Iâm used to it as sad as that is; I just have to go to school tomorrow. Having to face the outside world looking and feeling like this is never a good thing.
âNow that youâve learnt your place in this world ya stay down there until I say. You women are useless, donât understand why your mother tried to keep ya, waste of oxygen ya are.â He muttered downing the last of his drink while kicking me one last time in the stomach. Leaving me whimpering on the floor alone in the dark living room.
This is my daily home life; this is why I never come home. Iâm Bella, and I donât think you could live a day in my shoes.