"You stupid little slut!!" My dad, Mike, said to me. He then pushed me, sending me down 16 stairs. I landed hard with my left arm bent in an odd shape behind my back. "Do you think you can get away from me that easy Brielle?" Mike said sending a foot into my rib cage.
So you may be wondering what the hell is happening. Well, let me tell you some things about me. One: My name is Brielle Clark and I am 12 years old.
"N-No sir. I'm s-s-sorry". I said using my good hand to hold my painful sides. "I know you are you sorry, worthless piece of shit!!" He screamed at me while punching me in the face. I then cupped my aching cheek while trying to protect my ribs.
Two: I have been abused since my mom left us. Which has been 4 years ago. Ever since then my "dad" has came home drunk and would always abuse me.
He kept punching me and stomping on me until I guess he became tired. He then started to stand there, staring down at me with an evil smirk on his face. Even though curiosity was taking over me, wondering what he was thinking, I knew not to say a word. After what seemed like a minute or two he finally spoke. "So do you want to have a little fun now?" Being the naive little girl I am, I thought he meant actual fun. But oh I was so wrong.
I shook my head yes in agreement when he started to grab me by my brown hair. He kept pulling me until we reached a room at the back of our medium-sized house. He threw me in, making me hit the hard floor. He closed the door and began to undo his belt. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks as I began too see what he was doing. My eyes widened as he began to near me. I looked around the room looking for a weapon, but to no avail. I went to my last resort and started screaming hoping the neighbors would hear. "HEEEELLLP MEEEE!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HEELLLLLP!!
Three: Mike is very possessive of me. He thinks someone will try to steal me, like how another man stole my mother away from him.
"You bitch!! Are you trying to leave me again, huh? Is that it? Trying to run from your old man? He said while slapping me across the face with a ministering grin registered on his face. "P-p-please just let me leave. I promise you will never see me again" I pleaded with him. "No. If I can't have you, no one else can" He said. And with that he brought a gun up to my head which he apparently had gotten from the waistline of his pants.
I heard the faint sound of police sirens reassuring that someone had heard my cry out for help. I just hope they will get here in time. He put his finger on the trigger and said the words that I knew would be the last I will hear.
"Bye Bye, Bri". After those words I heard the gunshot. The last glimpse I saw was a pool of blood surrounding my body, then darkness taking over.
Four: I know I am surely dead.
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