Why me?

This is an emotional story. I was hard for me to think of how to approach it in a delicate way as its a sensitive subject but Lilly is a 12 year old girl who lives with her dad In Manchester. Her mum died when she was young and since then her dad is a alcoholic and a child abuser. Read Lily's story...

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1. He is just getting started.

Creeking up and down. Breathing in and out. I did not move. Stiff. Silent. Scared. I did not want this to happen, did I make him mad today? Bottles smashing here and there. Why does he yell so loud? It gets worse and worse everyday I should be used to it by now...I guess. It must be me. Oh I know why! I forgot to wash the cup...I deserve all the punishment I get...I guess.
The year is 2014, 3rd of May. That was my mums favourite month. May. She said that she wanted to call me May but dad said no. He wanted Lily. Dad had a habit of getting everything his own way from my name to my mom's headstone. He made the decisions no one else. I have a dog or should I say did. Well he is practically dead. He sits under my bed all the time, never ever comes out. Well wants the point in him coming out he does not get food, walks or any type of attention from me or my dad. My room is freezing and damp. Shivers keep on running down spine as I here the Creeking of the stairs. I here a few mumbled words a few loud swear words, it's obviously Dad. And he is in a mood again. I would hate to ask him to stop drinking as much as I want to. I think. I think fast. He is coming to my room. I hide behind my fragile closet and try my best not to move. Hopefully he is that drunk he won't even bother looking for me this time. Creeking up and down. Breathing in and out. I did not move. Stiff. Silent. Scared. I did not want this to happen, did I make him mad today? Bottles smashing here and there. Why does he yell so loud? It gets worse and worse everyday I should be used to it by now...I guess. Dad starts yelling my name "Lily...Lily! Get here NOW." I almost wanted to go out and say "I'm here." Maybe he might leave me alone. Ha. Funny joke. Dad opens my door, slowly. It was painful to see him come into my room. One time Dad was happy. He had a beautiful wife and a loving daughter who would do anything for him. She was called Morgan. I have never met my sister I would like to one day. She ran away when I was born. Because well that's when mum died. In hospital in the bed I was born in. She died so quick she never got to hold me in her arms. Dad started drinking when I was about five. Well that's how far back I can remember anyway. Morgan was so upset she did not know what to do so she left. She will be twenty now. I wish I could meet her but why would she want to meet the person who killed her mum.
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