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Chapter 1: The Abuse

You sat at your computer, silently crying. It had been another day that your family abused you. Your father abused you sexually. Your mother abused you mentally. Your brother abused you physically. It was every day. You had no friends to help you, you hardly went to school. The days went by slowly, the pain getting worse. There were days that you managed to get out of the house, but you had nowhere to go. The hospital was miles upon miles away, and usually, you could hardly walk from the bruises and broken bones. Your house didn’t have a phone, not one that you could access anyway. Your computer couldn’t access the internet; it was only there to taunt you. You were alone in your pain.

Your door burst open and you instinctively curled up to protect as much as you could. “What do you think you’re doing, bitch?!” said your brother as he shoved you onto the floor. You tried to cry out as your fractured arm collided with the floor. A foot collided with your back, then another, and another. Your brother kicked you until he heard a crack, in which he burst into laughter. “You are so weak, you fucking fatass!” he laughed as he gave you one last kick. You lost your voice years before, your father had beaten you and punched your neck, hard enough that you guessed it broke your vocal chords somehow. You didn’t need to talk anyway, anything you said would be held against you at some point, so there was no use.
Your brother walked out of the room and your father came in about an hour later. You hadn’t moved, not that you could. He picked you up and slammed you against the bed. The blinding pain was instant and you passed out, which you were glad for. The last thing you heard him say was “Submissive, just how I like her.”

You came to in the middle of the night. You had been ripped naked, your scars and cuts and bruises covering your pale body like you were a canvas of torture. You just sat there, unable to move, tears streaming down your face, but you dared not make a sound, for your father would come back in for a second time, just to try and kill you. Just before you drifted to sleep again, you heard the sound of your window opening.

Description
Chapter 1: The Abuse

You sat at your computer, silently crying. It had been another day that your family abused you. Your father abused you sexually. Your mother abused you mentally. Your brother abused you physically. It was every day. You had no friends to help you, you hardly went to school. The days went by slowly, the pain getting worse. There were days that you managed to get out of the house, but you had nowhere to go. The hospital was miles upon miles away, and usually, you could hardly walk from the bruises and broken bones. Your house didn’t have a phone, not one that you could access anyway. Your computer couldn’t access the internet; it was only there to taunt you. You were alone in your pain.

Your door burst open and you instinctively curled up to protect as much as you could. “What do you think you’re doing, bitch?!” said your brother as he shoved you onto the floor. You tried to cry out as your fractured arm collided with the floor. A foot collided with your back, then another, and another. Your brother kicked you until he heard a crack, in which he burst into laughter. “You are so weak, you fucking fatass!” he laughed as he gave you one last kick. You lost your voice years before, your father had beaten you and punched your neck, hard enough that you guessed it broke your vocal chords somehow. You didn’t need to talk anyway, anything you said would be held against you at some point, so there was no use.
Your brother walked out of the room and your father came in about an hour later. You hadn’t moved, not that you could. He picked you up and slammed you against the bed. The blinding pain was instant and you passed out, which you were glad for. The last thing you heard him say was “Submissive, just how I like her.”

You came to in the middle of the night. You had been ripped naked, your scars and cuts and bruises covering your pale body like you were a canvas of torture. You just sat there, unable to move, tears streaming down your face, but you dared not make a sound, for your father would come back in for a second time, just to try and kill you. Just before you drifted to sleep again, you heard the sound of your window opening.