My head slammed agains the ground. I was kicked in the stomach. I doubled over on the ground and I was kicked again, this time I the back of the head. Joseph, my dad, pulled my head up to look into his eyes. I was crying and he slapped me. It stung but if I cried out I would be punished even more. So I kept my mouth shut, hoping it would end soon. I took a punch to the face and another blow to the stomach. Josh, my brother, got up and left with Joseph. I never call them by dad or brother. It stings my tongue to even say their names. I don't normally talk to them at all.if I do I will be punished. Oops. Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Cheyenne Josephine Maripet. My middle name is after my father. I am 19 and live on London England. My mother committed suicide 10 years ago. I was nine. And ive been blamed ever since and beaten regularly. I have bruises and scars but no one cares. No one but my step sister. Her name is Camryn. I thought she was the only one. Until I met Him.