"Billy-Joe get the fuck up now, bitch!" my dad screamed.
"Okay" I quietly shouted hoping he wouldn't get to angry.. What a dick. I thought to myself as I dragged myself out of bed and wrapping my night gown over myself tightly. It was black and really fluffy with the words 'BILLY-JOE' carved on the back in bright white bold letters.
I walked into the kitchen sitting myself down, but before I sat down I fell to the floor, my face stinging in pain. I looked up to see my dad stood over me.
"What took you so long" he yelled.
"Urm..I..I was just putting my night gown on" I quietly say, scared to say anything else.
Before I knew it he gripped me by my hair and dragging me across the floor before throwing me over his shoulders.
I was already sobbing, knowing what he was going to do to me. I tried kicking and punching him but it had no effect on him what so ever, He was a big man.
He opened his bedroom door and dropped me on his bed. As I fell my head hit the metal on the side of it, making me feel dizzy.
I tried running out but he just punched me continually till I fell back down. I felt so weak.
My dad then dropped his blue track suit bottoms and yanked his matching top off. I began crying more and more.
He just screamed at me saying "shut your fucking mouth!"
He began pulling down my silky blue pj shorts and I was to weak to try and stop him. I shrieked in agony while he did it to me, Again.
After he was finished, he got dressed again and threw my pants at me and said "go get dressed properly". I stood up shaking, tears still streaming down my face. I put my shirts back on.
I limped out of his room and I could feel him staring at me I turned around and he was just stood there with a smirk on His face.
"Oh and please put something to cover those horrible scars on your body!" He exclaimed.
As I got into my room I went and I fell onto my bed. Wiping the tears which we still falling.
"I've had enough I need to get away" I thought. "Me and Bails!"
I pulled out my cheap phone and texted my mum.
To mum:
Mum I can't handle this anymore. I need to get away please text back.
I put my phone away and decided to have a shower to relaxed. I went in my draw and got a pair of my black skinny jeans, some fresh underwear and my blacked long sleeved All time low top.
I walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and checking it twice.
I put my top on the towel rack and hoped into the shower.
As the fresh hot water hit my face, I felt more relaxed. I shampoo and conditioned my hair, cleaned and shaved my body.
I stood in the shower thinking about my life. I looked at my arms, legs and sides of my body, staring at my scars, I started crying again and picked up my razor and put it on my pale skin and roughly slit my arms up.
Blood poured out my arms as I did it deeper and deeper. When the blood stopped I got out and dried my body. I quickly put on my clothes and unlocked the door.
I walked into my bedroom and I started to blow-dry my hair.
Suddenly my phone buzzed. Shit it was on loud, I ran I it and our it on silent before looking at he phone.
It was a text from my mum...I quickly opened it.
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