Jennifer 1

Jennifer collapsed to the cold ground. Her cheek ached and burned from her father's callused hand. Her chest was bruised from her own mind believing she was at fault for her father's behavior. "Get up whore! We're not done," he shouted. She gazed guiltily at him, hoping to see some tiny scrap of compassion or mercy in his eyes, but no. She saw nothing but hatred.
Her mom shouted from the house, "David get in here!"
Her father kicked his broken little girl one last time and went inside. Rain started pouring down on her like microscopic shards of glass. Jennifer glared up at the heavens that had abandoned it's children.

When she finally gained enough strength to go back into the house, her family was asleep. She went to her room, locked the door, and pulled her notebook out of the dresser. She flipped the little book open to the page where she left off. Writing stories was Jennifer's only escape from reality. She wrote until her fingers bled that night.