"You ugly little bitch! No one will ever love you! Your own mother left you!" he screamed, kicking me repeatedly in the ribs.
"She died in a car accident that you caused!" I snap back, immediately regretting it as soon as the words left my mouth. Father yanked me up by my collar only to punch me back down on the floor. After many insults and kicks, slaps, punches, and smashing a beer bottle on my head, Father leaves me in the hallway, bruised and bloody from my head to my toes, literally. I manage to get up using the wall as a stand and hobble to my room which was, luckily, a few feet away.
As soon as I have the door closed and locked, I curl up on the floor and cry. Just cry.
Hello, my name is Eleanor Mason and I am 17 years old. I live with my Father, who beats me on an occasional basis, so everyday. He always has a new slut with him every night and it's disgusting because I can hear them getting it on from my room. My mom died in a car accident when I was 5, that's when Father started to beat me. Yep, I've been abused for 12 years. It's amazing I haven't killed myself yet considering how many times I've thought about it.
Anyways, welcome to my life in hell.
Michael walked forward pushing me against the wall.
"Don't tell me what to do you spoiled little slut!" he yelled slapping me across the face. I let out a small whimper but I won't let him see me cry.
"Fuck. You." I yelled. Michael threw me over his shoulder and led me to his bedroom. I started punch and kicking him "Put me down"
"You need to be punished. "
ADULT CONTENT: Drugs, Sex, Alcohol, Attempted Suicide, Murder, Curse words. If you can't handle it then you shouldn't read it. Ages 16 & up. If you choose to read I hope you enjoy and understand this story is FICTION.