Post by southernangell on Feb 3, 2010 20:44:26 GMT -5
Rated Teen
Summary:
A young girl tries to escape her's fathers hatred, a disease that had taken two people she loved and was likely going to hit her. If only someone would love her, but even if they did could someone love another who believes she's unlovable?
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I jumped slightly at the sound of tires in the old gravel drive way. ‘He’s home.’ I thought terrified as the heavy foot steps got closer. I quickly set his dinner on the table and moved out of the way. I watched out of the corner of my eye as my father stomped his way into the kitchen.
“Where the hell are you, you worthless whore?” He bellowed angrily. I shivered at the harsh, ice cold tone of his voice. ‘Whatever has upset him is going to get me killed.’ I thought miserably as moved further into the room and closer to another round of pain.
“Right, here dad. I just finished making dinner. Your plates already on the table, just where you like it.” I stuttered nervously. Afraid of what would come next. As he turned to face me with that cold ruthless stare that said you’re going to pay. I tried to resist the urge to run away from him as he took a step closer to me.
He nodded once and turned his attention to the plate set before him. After he took one bite, I assumed I would be alright for at least half an hour, but he turned and before I realized what was happening he slapped me across my face.
“You worthless, disobedient, wretch. Did I not tell you I wanted Steak for dinner tonight!?!” He screeched at me as he knocked to the floor and continued to beat me. As he continued to say things like; ugly *ss b*tch… you worthless whore…d**n parasite… the list goes on and on as he kicked, punched and harassed me. As I just laid there wishing I was buried along side my dear sweet mother, and Grandma Rose. ‘Somebody, please help me. Make it stop…’ I thought pleadingly as the tears began to fall. My dad continued his abuse for a few minutes longer and then kicked me one final time and then left me lying there in the middle of the kitchen floor. My tears made it impossible to see anything around me, but I knew he had gone to his room and would come back later. Once I had stopped crying enough to see, I picked myself up off the floor and cleaned up the mess. After that was done I put Charlie’s plate in the microwave and limped my way up stairs, before he could comeback and give me another round of his hatred.
When I reached my room I collapsed, my ribs were throbbing so hard it felt like they were trying to push their way out of my chest. I shook uncontrollably as I tried to get off the floor. I stumbled to my chest dresser and pulled out a pocket knife. ‘Just one little slice, to make it go away’ I thought to myself as I ran the blade across my wrist, leaving a small line of blood in my path. I sighed in relief as the burning in my wrist started to numb the rest of the pain and misery I was feeling. It couldn’t take it away ;no nothing could ever do that; but it did make it bearable. Although the sharp pain and burning were noticeable, they were at least bearable. I could at least function normally with that, however; the others were hard to live with.
Summary:
A young girl tries to escape her's fathers hatred, a disease that had taken two people she loved and was likely going to hit her. If only someone would love her, but even if they did could someone love another who believes she's unlovable?
Enjoy:) Please comment...
I jumped slightly at the sound of tires in the old gravel drive way. ‘He’s home.’ I thought terrified as the heavy foot steps got closer. I quickly set his dinner on the table and moved out of the way. I watched out of the corner of my eye as my father stomped his way into the kitchen.
“Where the hell are you, you worthless whore?” He bellowed angrily. I shivered at the harsh, ice cold tone of his voice. ‘Whatever has upset him is going to get me killed.’ I thought miserably as moved further into the room and closer to another round of pain.
“Right, here dad. I just finished making dinner. Your plates already on the table, just where you like it.” I stuttered nervously. Afraid of what would come next. As he turned to face me with that cold ruthless stare that said you’re going to pay. I tried to resist the urge to run away from him as he took a step closer to me.
He nodded once and turned his attention to the plate set before him. After he took one bite, I assumed I would be alright for at least half an hour, but he turned and before I realized what was happening he slapped me across my face.
“You worthless, disobedient, wretch. Did I not tell you I wanted Steak for dinner tonight!?!” He screeched at me as he knocked to the floor and continued to beat me. As he continued to say things like; ugly *ss b*tch… you worthless whore…d**n parasite… the list goes on and on as he kicked, punched and harassed me. As I just laid there wishing I was buried along side my dear sweet mother, and Grandma Rose. ‘Somebody, please help me. Make it stop…’ I thought pleadingly as the tears began to fall. My dad continued his abuse for a few minutes longer and then kicked me one final time and then left me lying there in the middle of the kitchen floor. My tears made it impossible to see anything around me, but I knew he had gone to his room and would come back later. Once I had stopped crying enough to see, I picked myself up off the floor and cleaned up the mess. After that was done I put Charlie’s plate in the microwave and limped my way up stairs, before he could comeback and give me another round of his hatred.
When I reached my room I collapsed, my ribs were throbbing so hard it felt like they were trying to push their way out of my chest. I shook uncontrollably as I tried to get off the floor. I stumbled to my chest dresser and pulled out a pocket knife. ‘Just one little slice, to make it go away’ I thought to myself as I ran the blade across my wrist, leaving a small line of blood in my path. I sighed in relief as the burning in my wrist started to numb the rest of the pain and misery I was feeling. It couldn’t take it away ;no nothing could ever do that; but it did make it bearable. Although the sharp pain and burning were noticeable, they were at least bearable. I could at least function normally with that, however; the others were hard to live with.