Im_Just_Me_333
“Daddy, please.” 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.
“Oh no you don’t girl. You need to be taught a lesson.” 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.
It’s not like I haven’t been beaten by my alcoholic father, I’m 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.
“Now that you’ve learnt your place in this world ya stay down there until I say. You women are useless, don’t understand why your mother tried to keep ya, waste of oxygen ya are.” 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. I’m Bella, and I don’t think you could live a day in my shoes.