𝐴 𝑃𝐼𝐸𝐶𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝐶𝐴𝐾𝐸 | ✔︎

-Part one-

( 7 years before)

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We can't control where life takes us... we don't know what the future holds, all we can do is hold our breath and push through it all, the only problem is not everyone can hold their breath that long

As I walk home from school all I can do is hold my breath as I get closer to home, for most people home is a sense of comfort...happiness and joy a place u can count on to make u feel more at peace after a bad day...unfortunately I wasn't so lucky

As I walk up the stairs and open the door I am hit in the face with the smell of whiskey, "god I hoped today would've been different" I thought to myself...I always pray and think maybe just maybe I'll come home to the smell of cookies and warmth instead of alcohol and coldness

"Oh the whore is home" I hear my dad shout

I can feel the tears daring to fall...but I won't let them, every tear that falls is another punch, another hit, because "tears are a form of weakness, and we aren't a family of weak" my father always says

And for every tear is a hit, and that hit is a reminder of the strength I have to keep

Why though...why can't my family love me why can't they hug me and be the shoulders that I can cry on after a long day

"Hey slut go clean this mess" my mother shouts as I walk further into the house

"I will I just need to do school work I have a project that I need to finish"

" NO U WILL OBEY AND LISTEN TO YOUR PARENTS" father shouts

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U DISOBEY US" my mother shouts

One second I'm standing the next I'm dragged, "no please no, I'll clean, I will just please don't" I plead

I'm then locked in THE ROOM, it's a place of punishment when my parents don't feel like using their hands to hit me with...when they wish to drink more then hit their beloved daughter, it's terrifying in here it's dark, cold, wet, it's crawling with cockroaches and bugs, and to many other things I don't wish to think about

I cry and shout myself to sleep, thinking about how I wish I would've cleaned up the house instead of thinking of homework...

Someone once told me life is like a piece of cake but what they failed to mention was that mine would contain poison in it ...

꧁notes꧂

Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my book, I know it starts very blunt and sad but I needed for u guys to get to know Zara a little more before we get to her pov of present day♡︎

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