The Tattoos on Her Back

Bleeding Out

 I would also like to dedicate this chapter to my #1 fans who were the first ones to give me a follow Lazy_Dream_Chaser and _dysaniac_

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As a little girl, I always loved my little sister. She was my sunshine. She had platinum blond hair, and rosey pink lips. She was as beautiful as the sky itself. She was as precious and innocent as a daisy. Soft as the softest fur coat. Kind as God himself. But as my mother always said, beauty only lasts for so long before something ruins it.

My father did terrible things to her. He always abused her and since she was only 4 years old, she couldn't escape his grasp.

Everyday he would come home from the bar drunk off his a*s. My mother worked so she wasn't there to protect the both of us. My father wanted a baby boy for his last child, but he didn't get what he wanted. He blamed Velvet for not being a boy, so he abused her in a way that would make her regret being a girl. (I'm sure you'll get what I mean if you use your imagination).

I was only 14 back then, so I of course couldn't stand up to a body builder like my father. (That's the only other thing he did besides drinking). My father didn't hate me as much as he did her, so to protect her, I made a plan to escape.

We waited for about a week, and had everything packed. Rylee was supposed to come pick us up, (her dad taught her how to drive when she was 10) but we never got to even open the front door before my father stumbled in.

He usually came home around 5p.m. so we thought we had plenty of time. But he came home early that day because he told us that he was kicked out of the bar.

We made up the excuse that we were just spend the night at a friend's house and that mom had already approved. But he called our mom to make sure, and of course she denied that fact.

As soon as he figured out what was going on, he went after Velvet because ya know everything was her fault. Note the sarcasm. But I stepped in between him and her.

He grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me up against the counter top. He grabbed a knife, and started to s***h my back over and over again until my entire back side of me was nothing but torn flesh and blood.

After about 10 minutes of slashing, he went after Velvet again. Only she got beaten this time because most of his anger was let out on me.

The wounds eventually healed and turned into huge scars, but every once in a while when I didn't do something I was supposed to or I did something wrong etc. he whipped me with the buckle end of his belt. Which also left deep scars.

And of course the bullies at school beat me up all the time too, so I had cuts and bruises all over my body. So that didn't help either.

One day though, he wasn't in the mood for whipping me. He beat Velvet so bad that we rushed her to the hospital. She had a collapsed lung, and 4 broken ribs. She died that night at 11:29 p.m.

That was the worst day of my life. As soon as I turned 18, I moved out and forgot all about both of my parents and never looked back. I made my life how it is today.

That night, I tried to stop him, but he was too strong for me. I look back now, and told myself that I would have literally bleed out alive just to make her come back.