"Chrissy! Get down here!" my father yells making me flinch. I hop off my bed and rush down the stairs into the livingroom.
"What is this?" He strongly indicates staring deep within my eyes grinding his teeth.
I stay silent for a few second tracing where he was pointing. There was trash.... Dammit I forgot to take the trash out.
"WHAT IS IT!" He screams again making me fall backwards and trip over our cat.
My heart starts beating faster and faster and I quickly reply with a tear dropping down my cheek, "Im so sorry! I forgot!"
He hates to see tears but he hates when I apologize even more....I wonder what he has planned for me now.
He walks closer causing me to put my hands over my head making sure whatever he does doesn't hurt my small frame too much.
"Get in the room." He whispers into my ear making me shiver by the words, "the room."
Tears start to overflow and come down uncontrollably.
"NO dad please!" I sob screaming.
"What did you say to me?!" he yells in my face raising his hand to hit me.
I flinch and he slaps me right across the face sending me a burning sensation that traveled to my eye. He hit me again instead punching me in the arm. The pain was unbearable and I collapse to the ground clutching my arm.
"Do I have to repeat myself!?" He yells again only louder.
I stare at him with hatred and reply with a "no."
He smiles and points to "the room."
"Ill be in there in just a second I'm getting ready." He says with happiness in his voice.
I was a virgin and I wasn't going to let him take my virginity away. Sitting on the floor I watch as he climbed the stairs until he wasn't in sight.
Getting up I speed walk towards the front door and open it, letting the fresh air hitting my face. I then climb down the stairs and close the front door silently.
I'm finally free I kept repeating in my head and started to walk away when I felt 2 big hands cover my mouth.
I scream knowing it was my dad and try to squirm my way out of his strong grip.
A tear drops from my eye and failure crashes upon me. He carries me back into the house and throws me on the floor following with shutting the door.
I stand up and run up the stairs making my way into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind me I make sure to lock it so that he couldn't get in. I take a look at the bathroom and catch the shelf in the corner of the wall with an idea. Running towards it I shove it against the door with all of my strength making sure it was right against the door.
Hopefully that will keep the bastard out.
"Open the door you son of a bitch!" I hear him yell. He starts to bang on the door and I walk into the bathroom closet then lock myself in it. I cover my ears to muffle the sound of my dads bangs and yells. Slowly sitting down I start to sing my mother song, "One two three looking at me with a beautiful smile is chrissy."
At this time my mother would be at my side comforting me but she wasn't. She was gone and now im alone to comort myself.
More tears start to fall down and eventually the beating stops. I continue to sing my mothers song and fall asleep hoping I wouldn't wake up, but instead be in the presence of my mom.
The next day
I slowly open my eyes and frown realizing I was still here. "Dammit I'm still alive." I whisper to myself.
Getting up I flinch from the pain and unlock the closet door. Great another day of hell. I limp over to the mirror and almost faint from my appearance. I had a black eye and a swollen lip.
I let out a long breath and wipe away a tear that had fallen down my cheek.
Letting out the water from the sink I gently rinse my face with cold liquid and grab a washcloth on the floor. I then soak the wash cloth with the cold water and place it by my swollen eye.
"Chrissy I'm going to work! Don't forget to be a good girl sweet heart, I'll be back in a few!" I hear my dad yell happily.
Anger filled my whole body and I waited for him to shut the door.
I let all of my anger out with a long scream and added it with, "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!"
I walk angrily to the door and push the shelf off of it revealing a note taped on the door.
I rip the the note off the beat up door and it read, "you need to learn to be a good girl."
I crumble the paper up and throw it in the trash. Grabbing the door nob I try to open it, twisting and pulling as hard as possible.
FUCK he locked the damn door.
"You bitch!" I yell and slowly fall to the ground.
"What am I goong to do now." I quietly ask myself.
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Hola!! Sorry this chapter is soo short but I promise the next chapter will be longer. This chapter is just to show you a small part of Chrissy's life. And btw her real name is Christal. Also! Sorry for the spelling errors.... I tried! Lol! Anyways have a great day! And I will update the next chapter in a few days.
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