Saved By Andrew

Reads 188
Votes 8
Parts 8
Time 29m

Reads 188
Votes 8
Parts 8
Time 29m

abuse family friendship love nightinshiningarmor saving stepdads

I remember my life in numbers. 11 is how many years since my dad passed. 5 is how old I was when he past. And 7 is the number of years I've been beaten and yelled at. Or at least that's what I've been told.All Rights Reserved

abuse family friendship love nightinshiningarmor saving stepdads

Table of contents

8 parts

#256stepdads

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy by Winchesters_united

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

"Alone With You" ⚠WARNING⚠ • I started this when I was 12/13 so beware of grammar, spelling, etc. • Takes a weird turn somewhere in the story, so watch out • Self-harm • Abuse

your mom was killed right in front of you you were only 8 years old and father killed her and you father you live with him and u have no choice to but live with him and he very abuse he hurt you and u have a little brother that u keep away from your dad and when u get into UA everything changes for you..........

Without saying " I love you ", I spent 10 years of my life with you. Without hearing " I love you ", I can spend another 10 years with you. Just give a smile and don't crash my heart anymore as you have done for how long I have forgotten.

When He Strangled Her--a story about love by shishalola

What if your success is attributed to something or someone wrong? What if you can't appreciate who you are today without giving credit to an abuser? What if the abuser is your father and the inflictor your mother? Would you still call the place you grew up home and their affection love?

Rise of the Guardians x reader (Completed) by Strawberry_Crush514

You were only 8 years old when your mother left you and father. Ever since that day, it has been a living hell, your father would get drunk most nights and get very violent. He would 'punish' (he would whip and beat you) you if you didn't do the chores or anything else he asked. You are now 17 and the only thing that gives you any happiness or hope are the many to few holidays during the year.

Life hadn't always been easy for Joey, but she managed. Taking life into her own hands, she did what she wanted when she wanted and how. Not worrying about consequences. But what happens when someone from her past shows up, acting as if though things had never changed. How long will it take for her to find out the truth?

A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt by mgm1300

Molly a seventeen year old girl has been abused for the seven years that her father was in their lives. When memory's come flooding back what helps her?

What is home? For a 10 year old boy, home never existed, a mother was a dream and a father was unimaginable. The place one lived was more often, not for him to stay. On his own for as long as he can remember, the boy has a chance encounter with a strange woman, with an even stranger request. "Will you be my son?"

The new guy in the neighborhood no friends, long distance relationship, dads dead, mom left. Where am I? I'm 16 living with a foster family I don't know my birth family. However death plays a major role, live my life with me day by day see through my story.

Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

More details