His Abused Mate

New Start

"You good for nothing bitch!! You ruined my breakfast!!" I feel a stinging on my cheek and I know she has slapped me, I groan in pain as she punches me in the stomach. "You mute freak. No one wants you, you're just worthless and no one will ever love a fat and ugly bitch like you!" She screams like a banshee, she spins on her heel and storms out slamming the front door behind her, I cringe as the walls shake. I quickly clean up the mess she made while tears stream down my face. My mind drifts off to the good old days, when my mother didn't hate my guts and my father was still alive.

Flashback

"Daddy, daddy!!" My 6 year old self screams, my father laughs and spins me in the air. A squeal of delight erupts from my tiny stomach, mummy's sweet laughter fills my ears. "Liam put her down." Mummy takes me from daddy making me pout, she puts me back on the picnic blanket and I take a big bite of my ham and cheese sandwich. "Slow down princess, you'll choke." He chuckles, I beam up at him and signal for him to lift me up. He chuckles and wraps his arms around my tiny body and hoists me up off of the ground. "Let's go get ice cream?" He suggests, my head eagerly bobs up and down eagerly making my pigtails bounce around. Daddy, quickly puts me in the car and straps on my seatbelt.

He hops into the drivers seat and we drive onto the rough gravel road, our homes was surrounded by the wood's so it was a long drive to town. A scream of pain rattles my body, agonising pain flares up in my waist. "Hold on baby girl," I hear daddy's voice say, I feel the car lurch a few times before coming to a halt. A shriek tumbles out of my mouth, I stare at the blood gushing out of my side, a shard of glass sticking out of my waist. The scent of gasoline enters my nose making me quickly unbuckle myself with tears cascading down my face, I see daddy's body and I crawl to it. "Daddy?" I shake his body desperately, he groans in pain only to smile encouragingly when he sees me. "Baby girl are you okay?" He asks me, shaking my head, I show him my side. I smell gas once again and turned to see daddy's worried face, he grabs hold of my hand. "Baby girl, you need to get out of this car and far far away from this place. Go back to mommy, you will be safe there. Always know that I love you more than life itself, I know you will grow up to be a great young woman," his voice just above a whisper, I shake my head in denial. "Daddy, come with me!!" I bellow and hopelessly pull and tug at his arm, trying to get him out of the car.

"Go!!" He screams, I sob and back out of the car never taking my eyes off of his terrified face. "Go!! Get out!!" He yells with so much force, I whimper and run as far as my short legs could carry me. I hear an explosion and I turn to look back at daddy only a blaze of fire in the place of the care, a scream racks my tiny body, I run back to mommy. To safety, To find Sanctuary. If only I had know that, that was a bad idea.

End of flashback

I whimper at the loss of my father, it's been 11 years yet the pain is still there. Is it possible for your heart to feel so heavy but feel so hollow at the same time? How can someone harbour so much anger and hate for someone who's not at fault. I can speak but I choose not to, I'd prefer her to think that I can't speak anymore. My father loved my voice, he would always say that I had the voice of an angel. I sing when she isn't here, I sing for my father. We're back in Piedmont, in our old house. The house where all the abuse started, the house where my father's memories are embedded in these very walls. She never ended up selling the house so most of my things were still here and so were his, I had taken as many of dad's things as I could and hid them in a loose floorboard under my bed so she can't find them. I found a letter in his belongings, addressed to me, it was open, she had read what was rightfully mine. The letter stated how this very house would be mine the moment I turned 18, unfortunately for me, that is a year away, it also stated that I would get all the savings he had along with the house.