Chapter 1 ~ The Pain ~
- Belmont NY -
"This isn't fair! I'm your child! Don't you even fucking care?!" I shouted tears falling down my face.
He wanted to send me away to some home across the country because he couldn't afford to care for me anymore.
My stepmom and sisters take all the money to shop so dad kicks me out.
I hated him for it, I mean I'm his only daughter well, his real daughter.
"I'm sorry darling its the only way." he looked at me with sad eyes.
I looked at him a mix of anger and sadness in my eyes.
He is making me leave because he cares about that damn women more.
"Fine.... I'll start packing.." I turn away and head up to my room.
I walk down the hall and I hear laughing.
I turn to see heather and Angel laughing at me.
I rolled my eyes and I walked into my room and closed the door behind me.
Stay strong don't fucking cry.
I looked at the photos of me and my mother
She died when I was 7.
She got sick and was in a comma for a couple of years then she just faded away.
My father got remarried a year later to some women he picked up from going to clubs after mom died.
He always drank and was never home when she was sick.
He found this trashy, gold digging, whore and her equally as whoreish daughters that have in every way ruined my life.
I pull out my bags and start to place my things in them.
I feel the tears going down my cheeks and then the door slams open.
I don't look at who came in.
"I'm Glad your leaving your a worthless girl." My stepmom said walking in my room.
"Screw you." I said under my breath.
"What was that?" I heard her say.
"I said SCREW YOU." I said it louder so she could hear me Loud and clear.
Then I felt her hand slap me hard across the face before she punched me.
I fell to my knees and then she grabbed me by hair and forced me to look at her.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?! HOW DARE YOU! YOU WORTHLESS UNWANTED BRAT!" she screamed at me and then I spit in her face.
She then threw me to the ground and she kicked me in the side a couple of times before she left me.
I curled up in a ball and I sobbed.
The abuse started when I was 8 or 9 and has gotten worse over the years.
I slowly stood up grabbing the bed for support.
I stumbled into the bathroom to see my face.
I looked horrible and quickly wiped away my tears.
I covered the forming bruises with make up and as for my side I bandaged it up.
I brushed my hair and I went to change.
A long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans and my black converse.
I grabbed my back pack and duffle bag so I could leave, but I went to open the door when my stepmom stopped me.
"I would like to say goodbye forever because your never coming back." she opened the door and she pushed me outside locking the door behind me.
I walked to the black car and a man looked at me then took my bag.
He had a sad look when he saw how I looked.
I went into the car and I pulled my legs to my chest then I started to cry.
I rolled up the partition window the driver couldn't see me cry.
I never wanted anyone to see me be so weak.
Ever.
