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Reads 273
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I remember my life in numbers. 11 is how many years since my dad passed. 5 is how old I was when he past. And 7 is the number of years I've been beaten and yelled at. Or at least that's what I've been told.All Rights Reserved

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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

PUNCH, SLAP, KICK, Repeat. This it the order they liked to use while beating me. It was the same everyday. After breakfast beofore they left to do their various tasks. I never really cared though I mean I deserve it. I'm a bad girl. I don't do whatever they say when they say it even though they waste their energy on beating me to make me a better person and I can't even cook their meals or clean their house to their satisfaction. I would beat me too if I were them. So what if I'm out for days sometimes and they never let me leave the house I deserve it.

When He Strangled Her--a story about love by shishalola

What if your success is attributed to something or someone wrong? What if you can't appreciate who you are today without giving credit to an abuser? What if the abuser is your father and the inflictor your mother? Would you still call the place you grew up home and their affection love?

why her? y/n x Bakugo by miraculous4life23

your mom was killed right in front of you you were only 8 years old and father killed her and you father you live with him and u have no choice to but live with him and he very abuse he hurt you and u have a little brother that u keep away from your dad and when u get into UA everything changes for you..........

Without saying " I love you ", I spent 10 years of my life with you. Without hearing " I love you ", I can spend another 10 years with you. Just give a smile and don't crash my heart anymore as you have done for how long I have forgotten.

Am I Just a Number? by seldom_scilence16

Kidnapped at age six, I was taught I was nothing more than my number-84626. My life was one of pain and fear, freedom was not an option in my young mind. Five years, secrets, false hope... Am I really just a number? These new people sure don't think so, but what do they know? I've lived with no hope, they don't know anything..... but maybe I don't either.

*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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" Age aint nothing but a number , but then now there nothing but a thang , there's nothing I have for you , it will never change ". Love , sex , lies , abused , raped , truth , child , refuse, life and the world. But age difference is nothing but number.

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You were only 8 years old when your mother left you and father. Ever since that day, it has been a living hell, your father would get drunk most nights and get very violent. He would 'punish' (he would whip and beat you) you if you didn't do the chores or anything else he asked. You are now 17 and the only thing that gives you any happiness or hope are the many to few holidays during the year.

Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy by Winchesters_united

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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