Nothings Fine.

I'm abused and broken. One day he finds me and everything starts to feel right.


1. Broken.

I slowly walked into the kitchen. The tile floor cold beneath my feet.

"Yes sir?" I asked.

"Didn't I tell you to do the dishes?" my dad slurred. He was drunk great.

"No sir, you didn't," I said with my dad down. I braced myself as he hit me knocking me to the floor.

"It I wanted sass I would just talk to your mother, now shut up and do the dishes," he said. I got up tears in my eyes. I wouldn't dare let him see that he had hurt me. Finally he walked out and I let them spill. I felt the blood trickling down my cheek from where he had hit me. I finished the dishes and then went and stood off to the side in the living room. 

"What do you want?" my mother asked. 

"I'm finished with the dishes," I said.

"I don't care, go to your room," she said. I nodded and rushed to the only place I could totally break down. My room was actually the cold, damp, musty smelling basement. I walked down there, the floor like ice beneath my feet. I crawled over to my corner with my 2 blankets and a pillow. I had one blanket laid down on the ground to protect me from the cold ground and the other one would drape over me when I sleep. I heard the door open and footsteps come down the stairs. 

"I haven't gave you a good beating lately," my dad said. I shook. My dad was a big man and he hurt really bad when he hit me. Then he did. He hit me in the side of the face. Blood spewing from my new wound. He hit me again in the stomach and then kicked me a couple of times. After he was all done he spit on my. I laid there bloody and bruised. I wish I had a different life. What have I done to deserve this?


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