My Savior

Claire Westbrooke had always had a hard life. Her mother had left when she was little and now lived with her abusive father and his alcoholic wife. Her new stepmother Julia always sat there and watched and sometimes joined Claire's father by burning her with cigarettes. She never goes anywhere but school and can't wear shortsleeve shirts or shorts because she knows people will ask questions about her scars. Claire delt with the pain and scars to be strong for her younger brother who has no idea whats going on. Until one day her father does something so unfather like that she has to run away. Will she meet her savior? Read to find out more.

CAUTION: Contains sexual references! Only read if you are 13 & up!

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Claire POV

My stepmom came into my room about 15 minutes after my father had left and gave me soup. She was just as bad as my dad but she didn't hit me; it was her words that hurt, but she did burn me with her cigarettes sometimes. "Eat your soup you fat whore," before she walked out she took a cigarette out and lit it. "Listen here little girl, Eat your soup and go to bed. Your gonna wanna be ready for tomorrow cause your gonna be in for a world of hurt for coming home late!" she got up and took the cigarette and burned my arm. Then she left.

I had to get out of here. I went into my dresser and got out the money I had saved from my summer job. I had at least 400$. I took all the books out of my bookbag and got my toothbrush, hairbrush, undergarments, extra pair of clothes, and my money. I decided to leave me phone cause I knew my father would be able to track it.

*knock knock*

I quickly put the bag under my bed. "Come in," my brother Ethan walked in. "Claire?" his voice was shaky.

"What?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"W-what are you talking about?!"

"I've kinda been standing outside your door I could hear you mumbling to yourself. Please don't go! Don't leave me alone with daddy!"

He ran into me and hugged me.

I could here footsteps coming up the stair. "What are you doing?! Keeping your little brother up like this!! Ethan! Go to your room and go to bed," Ethan walked towards the door his head down, "and close the door on the way out."

When the door closed my dad stood there staring at me. " Why did you wake your brother up?"

"I-I didn't h-he came in here himself,"

"Clothes. Off. Now."

"N-no p-please n-not a-again" I was barely able to get the words out. My body still hurt from earlier today.

"Either take your clothes off now," He took out a knife. "What are you gonna do with that?"

"Are you doing to take your clothes off?" all I could do is stare at the knife, "I guess not"

He threw me on the bed again and ripped my clothes with the knife. I cryed and begged but he didn't stop. He finally finished and took my arm in he dug the knife into my forearm leaving a cut not deep enough to kill me but deep enough for it to bleed. A lot.

 

 

 

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