BANG! I hear one of the kitchen chairs hit the wall. Dad's home. He's probably going to start looking for me soon. As I'm thinking this, I hear him scream "Margret Rose! Get down here now and say hello to Daddy!" I don't move. My older brother, Sam comes into my room looking concerned.
"You should go down and see him. He will only get madder." He whispers.
"I don't want to see him in this mood." Sam gives me a look that I know says that I should go down, but I can't. I'm too scared of my father. He's already broken my arm once and three ribs. Sam doesn't know what it's like. Dad doesn't hit him. Sam has never had to live with the fact that the bright red hand print on his cheek matches his father's perfectly.
I hear my father pounding up the stairs. He's coming up for me. He barges into my room and a horrible cat shire grin spreads across his face. Then it turns into a disgustingly sugary sweet smile. "No hugs for Daddy? Come here and say hello. Tell me how much you missed me."
I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I know he had been out late last night at the bar. I back up away from him and right into Sam.
I can't get away. My dad can see that I am not going to come over to him. His false sweetness transforms into pure rage.He raises his arm to slap me.
SMACK! The blow almost knocks me off my feet.
My cheek burns a bright red as I run out of the room and straight into Ryan. He tries to stop me, but he doesn't catch me.
I reach the beach but I don't stop there. I keep running until I can't breathe. I sit down to catch my breath and as soon as I move to get up, a firm hand pushes me hard back to the ground. He's found me.
"You think running will help?! Stupid girl! Why can't you stay put andI do as I say?!"
He pulls out a knife and grabs my arm.
"Tell me you love me and that you missed me."
"Just leave me alone!"
"Or what? What can you possibly do to me? Remember which one of us is holding the knife."
To prove his point, he presses the knife into my skin, producing a small red sliver of blood.
"Help! Help me! Please! Anybody!" I scream.
"Shut up! Shut the Hell up!"
I continue screaming until i feel the rusty metal break my skin. The cut is almost to the bone. Dark red blood oozes out of my arm. My last conscious memory is of two fuzzy figures running towards me as the rest of the world fades to black and I fall to the sand, suddenly weighing hundreds of pounds.
A/N On the side is a picture of Maggie.
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Daddy's Little GirlTeen Fiction
A dark figure is walking towards us through the haze. I ignore it and let Ryan pull me to the ocean. As the figure gets closer, I can tell its a grown man. I stop abruptly and Ryan stumbles, almost falling in the water. He turns to me with concern a...