Bruised Love

Bruised Love

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*** "Axel get the fuck out of my way. I don't need you bothering me." I told him. I glared at him, waiting for him to move. He was shirtless, and in some sweat that just hung from his hips. I had to be honest, he was looking hot. "Like what you see babygirl?" My eyes widened, babygirl?!? Babygirl?!? "Don't call me that! Now MOVE!" "Then what should I call you? Beautiful? Gorgeous? Baby? Muffin?" He kept saying names. "Call me by my name! You know, the one they give you at birth?" He stepped closer to me. "I'll call you babygirl. If you have a problem with that, then come meet me in my room and we can discuss it." He winked. **** Hope is 17 years old. Her whole life was perfect until 9 years ago. Her father passed away from cancer. He was diagnosed 5 months before he passed. Hope was only 11 years old when he passed. After her fathers death, her mother remarried. Her step-dad was a abusive drunk. For many years he abused her. She begged her mother for help, but her mother was no use.
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  • Axel

"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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