Too Beautiful

[This story has other celebs in it] Kenzie Roberts has been in pain for the last 14 years. Ever since she was 3 and her mother passed away her father has been beating her. She cries herself to sleep every night and in the morning she covers up the bruises. She's a turtle in a school, keeping to herself and out of everyone's way. She's afraid to love and afraid to let anyone in. Above all that she's the most beautiful girl in school. She can't see her beauty because of her fathers vicious words. Can one guy teach her that not all men are like her father? Can he show her that she's beautiful? Read(:


9. Father?

Kenzie's POV:

I sat in my room with a smile glued to my face. I hugged the cat as I giggled. I heard a knock so I looked up to see Elle. I smiled at her as I let the cat go. 

"You look happy." She teased.

"I've never felt like this before."  I smiled.

"I can tell." She smiled softly.

"He makes my tummy go crazy." I squealed.

"Lets go shopping." She said changing the subject.

I nodded and followed her out the door to the car. We drove to the mall singing along to the radio. As we pulled up I still had the smile glued on my face. We walked inside and I felt someone strong yank on my arm. I squealed in pain. I fell to the ground and as I looked up fear took over causing my smile to disappear. My heart was sinking. I was scared to death. 

"Get your ass up." He yelled. 

"Excuse me take your hands off of her!" Elle tried to pull me out of his grip.

"Bitch stay out of this. She is my daughter I can do whatever I please!" He growled.

"Like beat her?! You can't do that to a living breathing person!" She screamed.

"When I'm done with her she may not be that anymore." He hissed pulling me out to the pick up truck. He threw me into the car and sped off. Tears escaped my eyes. Elle looked horrified. She ran to her car but it was too late to follow. 

"You think you're smart for what you've pulled?!" He growled pulling me inside the house. He threw me down at the stairs. As he locked the door the punches started swinging. Hit after hit I cried out. Punch after punch I felt weaker. Soon everything was dark. 

*1 Hour later*

I heard the door slam shut. I flickered my eyes opened to see the head lights of the pickup leave the driveway. I smelt gasoline. I tried standing up but I was pulled back down. I looked at my wrist and ankle to see I was chained down. I looked into the kitchen to see flames. My father was trying to kill me. I started to cry out for help but I knew no one would hear me. No one would come save me.

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