The Twisted Cry.

The night before her first day. (Sorry if its bad, its my first story.)

I hate this. I hate every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I don't know why I was born. Oh yeah I forgot, my druggie dad told me, to be his punching bag and to make him satisfied. I thought to myself "If you truly wanted to be satisfied you'd just throw me on the side of the road somewhere." It started when I was 6. My mother found out when I was 7 and got a divorce, but the shit-faced mother gave him all rights over me. We had to move away from the apartment complex after the divorce was finalized. My dad never pays the rent to this day because every fucking penny we get (including my money) goes towards his drug and alcohol addictions. He said we had to move in with his druggie friend because people were noticing the sounds coming from our apartment and filing noise complaints against us. I thought to myself "Well maybe if you'd stop beating me backwards then there would be no noise to complain of, right?" And even worse, he blamed the beatings my grandpa when I was 9. I stayed the weekend over at his house because my dad had to go on a "business trip" which to him, basically means going to get his cocaine, meth and whiskey. Then when he came and picked me up he claimed that the bruises weren't there when he dropped me off. The cops just arrested my grandpa, not even a goddamn interrogation or an investigation. So off went the only one who wanted the best for me. Thank god he's not home right now... Well, now I regret saying that. In stumbles my dad "Stephanie, get your bastard ass out here right fucking now and come take a god-fucking beating you shit face! Show your father a little respect after a long day at work!" "Well damn," I said sarcastically "maybe I'd respect you just a tad bit more if you didn't just totally ignore the fact that I'm agender and actually prefer the name Parker! And we all know by work you just mean acquiring your precious kilos of meth and crack, and oh no, don't forget your baby whiskey!" "Oh bitch please,"he scowled"maybe I'd call you that if you didn't back out of your beating like the little pussy you fucking are ass wipe! Now go grow some goddam balls! You should've already, right, tranny scum?" "I fucking hate you,"I sassed"oh and balls are really overrated so I think I'll stick with my agender pussy that but the way, you've totally ruined by raping me every day since I was 6." " Oh please, you have nothing better to do with your worthless life, now bend over and take the big daily present from daddy."
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I'm in my room going to bed and daddy comes in to read me a story. I had Toy Story picked out but he said something better picked out for me. "But daddy, what could ever be better than Buzz and Woody" I asked. "I'm about to show you baby girl" he said unzipping his pants. "No, I think I like Toy Story better daddy" said hugging him and handing him the Toy Story book. "Why baby" he asked. "Daddy it's because I don't know what that stick is" I said staring at it confusingly. "Baby girl, just taste it"he said. He forced me on to the bed and ripped the pants off of me. "Daddy no, stop, please daddy you're scaring me" I screamed. "Baby girl just let me stick it inside of you, I swear you will love the feeling" he said attempting to coax me into the idea of sexual intercourse when I had no idea what it was. "Daddy, please stop, it hurts me." Then I blacked out.
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