I screamed as I was hit. Again, again, and again, I was given no mercy as I was repeatedly punched, kicked, and thrown into the old, faded living room walls.
"Why do you do this?! What did I do to deserve this?!" I shouted desperately, but I wasn't surprised when I heard my voice was hoarse, I had been screaming so much that I would be surprised if it wasn't. My father laughed obnoxiously.
"You're worthless, pathetic, stupid! That's why! You have done everythin' do deserve this!" he slurred drunkenly.
Finally, after hours of me sobbing and screaming at the top of my lungs, the beatings ceased. He pick me up roughly by my neck and stumbled to the front door as I clawed at his hands, desperate for air. After he threw open the door, he roughly threw me out as well. He grinned evilly.
"And don't you ever come back!" he shouted as he slammed the door closed.
"Gladly," I growled to myself as I clumsily stood.
I stumbled into the woods across from the house and headed to ...