Twisted

Introduction

"Paris bring ya dumb ass in here!" My dad yelled from inside of his room. At first I was going to ignore him but that only reminded me of what happened the last time I did that. "Yes?" I said standing in front of the door with my head down. "What the fuck are you deaf? I told you to bring yo ass in this damn room!" He yelled again making me jump and come closer. "Where the fuck yo big headed ass been?" He said taking a sip out of his big glass bottle of E&J. "In my room, sir." I said hesitantly.

*SMACK*

I felt a sharp sting on my left cheek and I fell to the ground landing on my side. I scrambled around the floor searching for my glasses that was smacked off my face. Just as I found my glasses I felt a hard bolt of pain shoot through my rib cage making a crunching sound. My face clashed against the wooden floors making my lips smash against my braces. I could taste the blood leaking from my mouth as my rib cage throbbed. I felt fist being thrown at the back of my head and the side of my face before I blacked out.

Sometimes I wish I could just die. I hope I do soon. I'm nothing but an ugly, worthless, scrawny bitch. At least that's what my daddy tells me. He says I'll never get anywhere in life because all I do is sit on my ass all day and that I'm gonna grow up to be a stripper or some strung out two dollar hoe. I wish my momma was alive, I would have been living with her far away from here! I hate it here. I just wish I could leave but I can't. I have no family besides my big brother who doesn't have the slightest clue who I am.

I'm Paris Lashay Thomas. I have light brown eyes and dark long hair to match that stops just an inch under my shoulder blade. I'm lightskin with both glasses and braces. I know, geek central right? No need to remind me, that's what going to school everyday is for. All the pretty bitches always whispering, staring, and saying sneaky comments but I bottle it up. Anyways, I have light freckles under my eyes and just on the bridge of my nose. One of the features I got from my mom, aside from my height of 5'6.

Now, my moms? She was fye, and I'm talking bout' BAD! I remember her like it was just yesterday. Her long hair, pretty eyes, perfect exterior image but she always had the perfect interior to match. She cared about anything with a heart beat and was just the nicest person to everyone. She had the perfect life when she was my age. Cheerleader, football player boyfriend, friends, all the fairy-tale shit you see in books and in movies. That's why I just don't understand how she ended up with... it. It? That's what a call my no good of a father I have.

He beats my ass almost everyday it only gets 'bone-breaking-bad' when he goes out with his ugly ass friend, Liall. They'll drink an extended amount of time past pissy-drunk before they call it quits. Then when he gets home... I always end up in a hospital bed. I know, it's Twisted right?

This story? The one your about to read? Oh no, it's not just any story... it's my story. It's Paris Lashay Thomas's story.

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Hope y'all like. I'm not going to post the first chapter until I make a cover for this book. Which will be soon.

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