Am I Still not Good Enough?

Another painful lash and she fell to the ground. "Get up bitch! Does this belt look broken to you!? Get your ass up!" Her father shouted. And as she pressed against the cold wood floors with her palms, another lash hit her beneath the shoulder blades, sending her back to greet the floorboards. "I. Said. UP!" He roared and gripped her wine colored curls in his bloody fist. Skyra let out a blood-curdling screech which in turn caused him to send her flying face first into the hard oak steps of the cellar. "P-please da-daddy!" She wailed while gripping her aching side with one arm. With the other, she reached towards his massive 6' figure. The edges of her vision were blurring as he made his way toward his 15 year old daughter with the leather belt in his hand and a grizzly smile around his yellow cigarette-stained teeth. "You stupid whore!" The beast of a man growled as he brought the belt whooshing through the air before it made contact with the sensitive and bruised flesh of her left arm. "AHH!" Sky screamed and gripped her arm in agony. "Yeah you worthless slut! Just like you're mother! Always crying!" Her father gripped her long hair in his fist and brought her up to his face. "I will kill you one day, you sick, worthless whore," he whispered menacingly in her ear before delivering a blow to the side of her head and dropping Sky's limp, unconscious body to the wood floor.