Monster Inside (ON HOLD)(*UNDER EDITING*)

Monster Inside (ON HOLD)(*UNDER EDITING*)

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Abuse is something I have known for a majority of my life. Okay okay okay let's start from the beginning..... I had a perfect life a loving mother, father, two younger siblings my younger sister who's name is Posey and is 15 and my younger brother who's name is Valkyrie Ace and is 10 and then there is me Waverly Ilya juniper and I'm 19 and I could say that i'm unique among others, despite my horrible past let's just say that I have this thing called 'the star mark' that lets me control water. And blah blah blah, me talking about how I had a perfect life, it didn't always exactly stay that way. When I was 10, and my younger siblings being 5 and almost turning 1, my father started drinking one day out of the blue, which lasted for about a year until he also started to abuse drugs which turned him into and alcoholic, drug infested basterd with no control over himself. That man started hitting and abusing my mother and would also call her horrid names, Until it turned my mother into a raging alcoholic just to numb the pain of the beatings from my father. My Mothers drinking was so bad it got to the point, that she died in a car accident because of him. But that's when things went downhill especially for me. After my moms funeral, my father dragged me and my siblings home and that's when the abuse started for me, he would hit me, yell at me, throw me against the wall, you name it that's what he did to me. It was a living nightmare for me, that nightmare of a man turned me into a horrid monster, I feel like no one can even look at me without screaming and shuttering in terror because of him. that's when my life changed.
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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