Wounded Not Defeated

1: Arianna

I kissed the scars on her skin I still think you're beautiful and I don't want to lose my best friend. - A Match into Water, Pierce the Veil.

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Arianna:

"No!" I begged, tears streaming down my face, as I get slammed up against the wall and dropped, knocking the wind out of me causing me to cough uncontrollably.
"You are so weak!" Venom squirted out from in between gritted teeth.
"Look at her," said a high pitched voice that's constantly hoarse from screaming at me all the time. "She's like a helpless puppy."
"Do you ever shut up?" he said turn his head, then back at me. He's holding me by the neck of my shirt. She walked away, he raised his fist and punched me in the face cause me to fall on the floor.
"Stop!" I said barely above a whisper as he kicked me. He finally stopped beating and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Goodnight." he said, slammed my bedroom door and left me lying on the floor. It hurt to breath, but then again everything hurt. I couldn't move, I tried but I couldn't.
"No, please don't!" another voice shouted from the other room. Then I hear arguing and yelling, the sound of glass shattering.
"I was just going to see if anything was broken!"
"Who cares?" There was no answer, "Good then you can go to hell with her, too."
"If anyone, it's you going to hell!"
"That's it!"
I heard loud thuds and then my door flies open.
"Fine you want to see if anything's broken, here, and if it isn't, make sure something is!" he threw her close to me, my eyes growing wider by the minute, I only hope something is broken only so she doesn't have to brake anything else. She lifted up my shirt and examined my bruised rib cage.
"Nothing's broken." she said with guilt in her eyes, she knew, as so did I, what was next.
"Don't be a pussy. Brake her knee."
I looked at him horrified, as did she.
"You fucking heard me, bitch. Do it now!"
"No!" my voice cracked, she closed her eyes and looked at my legs, she rolled me over onto my back and picked up her foot, I couldn't watch, I closed my eyes as tight as I could, tears still falling. I felt a little pressure on my knee, then more and more the pain grew.
"Just get it over with! Snap it already!" I screamed as she put all her body weight on my one knee cause me to scream and cry harder. It hurt so bad. She broke my knee. My own mother broke my knee.
"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted as he choked me up against the wall, dropping me once more and walking out both together. I sat there crying, thinking of a way to escape but my knee wouldn't let me walk, let alone crawl. I look around and see a picture of my parents and I when we went for a vacation when I was little. I pick up the frame and throw it against the wall, shattering the glass. I push myself towards it, grabbing the photo, ripping the laminated paper to tiny pieces. I picked up the glass, examining it, the sharp jagged edges were perfect. I push on it and drug it across my wrist revealing the blood, hidden under layers of flesh. With no intention of stopping the blood. I just watched it run down and off my now lacerated wrists. Droplets fall quickly but silently onto my white carpet, leaving stains. Ruining my beautiful carpet I had always kept clean ever since I got it. I lay down on my floor, soon I feel the side of my face become wet with tears again and I begin crying even harder. I get up slowly and limp painfully to my dresser and pull out a maroon sweater. I put it on and curl up in a ball, drifting off to sleep where I feel no pain. I wish I could stay asleep and never their faces again. I need to leave this hell hole.

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"Wake up!"
"I'm up." I whine.
"Tone." She looked at me warningly,
"Sorry, I'll watch it next time."
"Don't be condescending. Get up and get dressed you little bitch."
'Didn't even do shit and already she's calling me a bitch.'
I painfully get out of bed and grab my Pierce the Veil band shirt, pair of jeans I just randomly picked out of the pile and my converse. I limp in the bathroom and straighten my long dark purple hair (looks almost black). After that I put on cover up to cover some of the bruising, and a lot of dark eyeliner, no wonder people call me emo. Once I finally reach the bottom of the staircase, I get a blow to the stomach. I fall in pain.
"Cunt." Venom spitting out from an asshole's rotten mouth, with the mixed smells of cigarette, weed, and alcohol. It's pretty sad, ever since u was little, I've smelt like those three things. I never drank any alcohol but my dad would throw beer or liquor at me. It would drench me and my mom would send me to bed, not giving me a bath or in the morning either. I ignore him and keep walking, he pulls my hair causing me to fall on the floor on my back. He climbs on top of me and starts up buttoning my jeans,
"Where are you going princess? You have to stay here and satisfy daddy's hunger." He said grossly, licking his lips with a creepy, hungry smile.
"I don't have to do shit. Get the fuck off of me! I'll fucking scream." I threaten in a panicky voice,
"That's what I want you to do. Come on baby." He says slowly taking off my shirt revealing my flat ass chest. Then he kisses me roughly up and down my neck. No moans. No groans. No screams. No yelling. Nothing. I'm frozen. He may have physically abused me and almost broke every single bone I have in my body at different times but never. Never, has he once sexually abused me. After I get out of my shocked state, I realized he is pulling my panties down.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?! Get off me! You're my dad! That's fucked up! So fucking much!"
"I wish I fucking you as much as you use the word fuck." He said, moving towards my belly button, I almost started crying, I thrash around trying to get out of his grasp.
"You deserve to be in jail. Prison. Hell. You deserve to be in Hell. Devil's Spawn." I say quite strongly, and spitefully
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I see that rage fire start to light in his eyes, I start to get scared but relieved because he won't finish his dirty deed. He snapped out of what he was in when he was going to molest me, and instead of doing anything sexual, he punched me in the vagina.
"Get the fuck dressed. You're a fucking whore. Trying to have sex with your own father? You are a disgusting person all the way around. WORTHLESS BITCH! NASTY WHORE!"
I was shocked once again. I need to get this shit under control. I punch him in the face.
"You are the worthless one here." I said low and calmly, I grabbed my clothes, hurriedly put them back. As Joe stood there stunned, I ran out the door. I lit a blunt and walked to school. I'm so numb. From everything. I need to get out of here. And fast.

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So I have just started editing this book, once I finish editing it I will continue writing more chapters and I'm so sorry I haven't been updating I've been grounded and I've had writers block. I'm sorryDX!!

Love you guys!!
-Alex;)