"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲
𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗯𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲"
"𝗜𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲,
𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂"
"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲"
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𝖠𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖺'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏: 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸
I ran as fast as I could, I couldn't think I could barely feel anything but I knew, I knew that no matter what, I should run. So I did, I ran to my bedroom. I hid under my bed. I tried to even out my breathing but it wouldn't stop. I put my blooded hands over my eyes so I wouldn't see '𝗁𝗂𝗆'.
𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈. 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌.
𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍.
I heard his footsteps, he's getting closer. My hands started shaking, I think I'm hyperventilating. I feel sick. My nose began to bleed. Oh no. No.
"Where ya at, you filthy bitch?"
Fathers going to kill me.
I looked down at the floor and I waited.
"Ahhhhhh please no I'll be a good girl, I'll do whatever you want please don't"
I screamed as father pulled me from underneath my bed. He grabbed my frail and bony shoulders, I began to scream. He slapped me and threw me on the bed.
"Father please don't"
I begged as he grabbed my wrists. I looked down as my whole body looked bloodied.
"Ppplease ssstop"
I stuttered as he put my arms above the bed and onto the shackles where they usually were. Tears went flowing from my eyes as I looked up at him. Please not again. Please, someone help me.
"You've been a very bad girl to daddy now haven't you my princess" no. Please make him stop. Anyone. Is anyone here.
He pulled my sundress up over my belly.
Please no. Someone help. HELP. He's going to hurt me again.
No one's coming.
He began slobbering his mouth on my neck. I tried kicking him, I really tried.
He isn't stopping.
"You like this huh princess"
I'm only 7. I shouldn't be going through this. No one's going to help me. He's going to hurt me again. Why can't anyone help me. I don't want to live with 'Father' anymore. I began to get numb as he reached for my underwear. Why's my vision going ?. No, I have to stop him.
𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿:
I woke up thrashing and sweating. My nose began bleeding.
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