"Daddy don't, please stop!" I yell to my dad he won't stop hitting me with his belt. "Honey you should've not told that kid now pack your shit we're moving"he leaves my small room. I get off the floor and get in the shower washing away the blood on my back. When I'm done packing I take the bags downstairs putting them in the truck "go to the truck and stay there wait for me" he sits I walk to the truck and get in. Great we're moving I really should've not told cara when my dad comes into the truck I plug in my iPod and we head to Florida. When we arrive at the new house I hop out and go to the room my dad says is mine. I unload the bags and put everything in top its place my father walks in. "Sweety you have to be punished" my dad gets a chain and ties me to my bed stomach down I see the belt before I feel it out comes across my skin with lots of force. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 "that was for your own good get ready for school" my dad took all of my long sleeve shirts so my bruises show I put on a white band t-shirt and blue skinny jeans with my black converse then go to the car.
Sorry its not the best this is my first story hope you like it so far :)
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daddy stop
Teen Fictionaries lives a abusive life with her father abusing he daily using chains whips canes name it. She moves to Florida and meets a boy who's mean at first but turns nice she figures out some deep secrets about him.
