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A scene of a book I’ll write
My life has been fucked up since day one. after my sister left, leaving me as a slave and a toy to our parents. They would never stop. Beating from my mother and rape from my father…
I was laying in my bed when I turned insane.
Their was a knock on my door. “Jay?” I heard the rough voice of my father, he opened my door. I saw his dark green eyes hazy and blurred.
He’s drunk.
“Dad.” I tried to sit up, but I wasn’t fast enough, he grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor.
“Hello little slut.” He hissed in my ear, I flinched. That was the worst insult I’ve ever been called. It still stings. “I’ve got a surprise for you today…”
“P-please Don't…” My bright green eyes rounded with fear and I tried not to shake.
My dad put his hand on my cheek. His cold, rough hand. “Where are your freckles?” He growled.
I stole my moms makeup and hid my freckles… I hated them, cos they turned my dad on the most. I shook my head, my fluffy blond hair swishing back and forth. “...”
My dads eyes flared dangerously. “Answer me!”
“I-I…” I opened my mouth, but my voice died away. He grabbed my neck and forced my head to the floor. “N-no!” I cried, trying to get up
“You don’t fight your father.” He snarled in my ear. “You’ll get punished.”
I knew what was gonna happen and shook harder. “P-please no...”
He grabbed the whip, my worst fear, and started sobbing.
“You’ve been bad.” My father sneered.
“No…” I shook my head. “Please.”
A felt the sharp whip hit my back, and I screamed, pain shooting through me. The cracks of the whip filled the air as my dad hurt me.
Over
And over
And over.
Soon my tears ran out, my screams hitched until I realized.
I was laughing.
I was numb from the pain, I just wanted them to pay. To die.
Die
Die
Die.
Half an hour later dad left me on the floor, naked and covered with hickeys. I felt the pain searing through me, but I still had a grin.
They’ll die…
I giggled, looking at my bloodstained hands…
And I know just who to hire