I will never love you. You were just a mistake. A very big one. I should have killed you as soon as you were born. Now i have to put up with seeing your horrid face each morning. Your a burden to us thats all. We cant afford a slave , thats the only reason your here and remember that, i'm only putting up with you because i have to" he snarled tightning his grip on my hair and pulling me off the bed. He grabs his belt. "No, Please?!!!"
I wake up with sweat running down my forehead. His words hurt me more than the belt or knife did. I tried to get up but started to roll around in pain on the floor. I saw the table 2 metres away and decided to roll to it. I got to the table and used the to to hoist myself up. Slowly i limped to the door and peeked my head out making sure they were'nt there. Slowly i got up the stairs making sure not to step on one of the creaky floorboards. Eventually i made it to my room and collapsed on the floor. My body shaking with silent sobs. They really hate me. Your parents are supposed to love you are'nt they, why don't they love me? Why can't they treat me the same way they treat my sister. Why can't they love me like they love her. Afer what seems like forever i get myself off the floor and into the bathroom. I look down at my hideous body. My stomach was a mix of black and blue. I had cuts all over me, some old and some new. I stop the blood and clean the cuts. I hop into the shower and take a nice long shower tryin to clear my head of my thoughts and like every other day for the past 16 years of my life, i told myself that i'll be fine. This had been going on for like as long as i could remember, 11 years . I ve put up with it so long, i can put up with it a little longer. I step out of the shower and into my bedroom. I look at my closet and look for something with long sleeves. I cant let anyone see my bruises or scars.
"Anna! Get down here now, your dads going to be here in a few minutes and if your not ready, you'll know wht he'll do". My mum shouted.
Shit i need to get ready. I quickly grap the first thing in my closet with sleeves on. I wore a qute white long sleeved shirt that hugged my body nicely with some skinny jeans underneath and a pair of matching converses. I quickly grabbed my makeup bag and covered some of the bruises on my face. I legged it downstairs hoping my dad was'nt here yet but clearly fate was'nt on my side. I ran to the bottom of the stairs and came face to face with my mum and dad. He was furious. He literally had steam comin from his ears.
"What took you so long you bitch. You know how much i hate waiting!" He yelled. I cowered back."I..i am so sorry dad, i was putting everything in my bag."i stuttered. My face was met with a big fist . I stumbled back and whimpered making sure not to cry. They hated it when i cried. It made them want to hit me more.
"I never told you to speak did i. How may times do i have to tell you not to answer back!" His fist slamming against my face again. I could feel blood trickling down my lip. I realise that i've got a huge cut on top of my lip now. Well, that's going to be hard to cover up. My mum looked me up and down."What do you think your wearing!" She screamed punching me hard in the stomach.
"Your going to school, not a strip club, that your wearing such tight clothes!" she screams. "Your lucky you've got school now or we woud'nt have spared you", she said opening the door. I got up off the floor slowly and ran to the car. My dad drove in silence until we reached school.
"Get out of my car now you bitch, and remeber, no one finds out" i nod my head and quickly jump out of the car. My dad drives off after seeing me walk in. He does'nt want me to run away and go anywere else. I stand and look around my new school.
So this chapter may not be very intrestin 2 some of u but like i said this is my first book
There may be lots of spelling mistakes so for that, IM SORRY!!!!
Ayways, some of you may be wonderin why tere is a dance video on this, ill explain it later and youll understand when i get further into the book! :)
And if this book has offended anyone i am sorry.i am aware that i am writing about a topic tht many people have faced and are facing and my book is kinda targeted a little towards raising awareness.
Its not something that people should go through but unfortunatley it happens alot and is nkt uncommon or unheared of!
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