I did not know how much I could take. How broken could one be without dying? I did not feel much but one thing I knew was that I needed to get out of here, fast. " Please, stop.. " I cried out. But they wouldnt listen to me. I was not in charge. They only stopped when my father said it was enough. But it would never be enough. My father was the Police chief, but at home he was an abusive man with no remorse. Everyday I would come to the job with new bruises or puffy eyes from crying. The worst part is that I did not care anymore. I hoped that one day he and my brother would kill me. But I knew that would not happen. Not until I met Jack Williams..
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