Amber
By the time I woke up again, I realized that I was tied up. My hands and legs. I attempted to move, but I couldn't and that was when I realized that I was in a moving car. “Dad?” My voice was shaky as I slowly sat up from the car seat.
My father was in the driver’s seat and we were in his truck. “What are you doing??” I asked and there was a look of horror on my face as I struggled with the ropes, but it was just so strong and refused to bulge. The harder I pulled, the more it hurt me and dug into my skin.
“Dad, what are you doing?? Please stop the car.” I begged and my eyes were filled with tears. I could still feel the pain all over my body. Pain that I had gotten from him. He beat me till I passed out. That was what he did. To me, mom and my siblings. He was an abusive basta
