You Found Me

Chapter 1

"Abby go upstairs!" My mother yells as my dad is getting ready to whip her with his belt. I couldn't run, I had to do something to help her. I ran to the living room where my mom was screaming.

"Nooo!!!! Stop!!!!!" I yelled at my dad. He wouldn't stop. I tried to grab him by the arm and all it did was push me back. Finally I got his full attention. He turned around. I was scared but I tried not to show it.

"Why should I stop, huh!? You're both worthless! You don't know how to cook, this house is always a mess! So why should I stop!" He yelled.

"Because you make it a mess. Always come home drunk break things and if you don't like something you start to hit me or mom!!" I yelled back. When I was done he started beating me with his belt. Until I fell unconscious with my mom.

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I woke up to the sound of snoring. I got up and tried to wake up mom. When she wouldn't budge I dragged her to her room. Thankfully her room wasn't upstairs so it was easy to take her there. When I lied her down on her bed I saw that the clock on the nightstand read 2:32 a.m. My dad was in the living room so I just slept there with mom. Morning came and mom was waking me.

"Hun you have to wake up for school." She said. Great now I have to go there.
"Wake up your gonna be late." She said.

"Okay, I'm up." I groaned. I got up and went to my room and took a shower.
I hopped into the shower flinching because the cuts on my back hurt. I had big bruises on my back. While I was washing my hair my thoughts went to the events from yesterday. Four years ago, ever since my dad lost his job he lost his mother and his only sister, he came home drunk almost every night. He got a new job but didn't really like it. He would beat up some guys at the bar he would be in. He'd come home late and start to abuse me and mom. I was six when our old house got on fire and my 2 month old sister died in it. I had asthma and I started coughing hard by the time we got out she had already died.

When I was done I picked out my BMTH tank top, black ripped skinnies, black converse, and PTV beanie. I dried my hair and straightened it. I put a bit of foundation to cover the bags I had under my eyes, a line of eyeliner on my top lid, a bit of dark eyeshadow, and a coat of mascara. I then put on my bracelets to cover my scars. I grabbed my bag and phone and was ready to go. As I walked out I saw that dad was gone.

"Bye mom!" I said while heading to the front door.

"Bye sweetie, don't you want breakfast?" She asked.

"No, thank you." I said while shutting the door behind me.

I started walking while plugging in my ear buds and started listening to "If You Can't Hang".

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Hey so this is my second try at writing a story.
The last one was deleted. I don't know where this story is going. Like, literally I don't. Well let's see where it takes us. Yes, I am using Liz for Abigail.

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