The sorrow of life

Prologue

Olivia POV.
I was sitting in the corner of the small room in a shitty apartment which is located in a sketchy part of California. Which was famous for its high crime rate.

I had no hope in me leaving this dark hole. As I sit in sorrow, crying my tears out.
I staggered as I hear the door rattle open and I stared at my abusive dad mike. My heart thudded louder and louder as he moved closer to me and Tendrils of terror curled into my stomach.
He grabs me by the hair and said "where you crying again". I could not hold my tears back I kept crying and screaming in pain. He shouted as high as he could YOU LITTLE WHORE and slaps me across the face and kept punching me adding more bruises to my body. My sight got blurry and I blacked out.

The next morning

I woke up and I felt aching and sharp tender pain all over my body making it hard for me to sit up. There was no sight of Mike so that was a relief. I looked around me. I felt pity for my self. Look at me locked up in this room like I'm some kind of animal. I looked at the clock as it kept ticking, ticking and ticking it was the only thing in the room which is not broken or ruined.

I opened the locket of my necklace and kept staring at the picture of me and my mum. She past away in a car accident when I was only 6. My dad took her death very hard. It was a struggle for him to take care of me and work. Which made him very stressed and lead him to start drinking and taking drugs which caused him to loose his job. After that everything changed he started to get very aggressive with me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I tried to run away, he caught me and locked me up and that's how I ended here all alone with no one to talk too.