MINE

I was woken up by the smell of smoke invading my nose, I tried to sit up but stopped when I heard my back c***k and felt a sharp pain in my stomach, that's when the events of last night came back hitting me like a moving train. *LAST NIGHT* I had just finished washing the dishes when the sound of a door opening was heard, I froze. He was back so early. I slowly sat on the floor and hide in-between two cabinets and held my breath, hoping to get out of this situation alive, although, being dead is better than living right now. I heard footsteps approaching me. I tries to remain quiet but my heart was pounding in my chest making me have a headache and that's when the footsteps stopped. it seemed like my heart stopped beating also, I really wish the ground could open up and swallow me whole, but that could never happen. The door of the kitchen busted open and was left hanging by its hinges, he walk in and stopped immediately in front of me, I wanted to cry knowing what will happen to me if he caught me. Suddenly I heard he's voice that said "Caught you, you little rat". I jumped in surprise which made me hit my head on the cabinet above me, he grabbed me by the neck and flung me in the direction of the stove, I hit my back roughly and fell. Tries falling from my eyes like a dam that has been opened, I pleaded with the man in front of me, the man I was meant to call my father. He's voice boomed in the kitchen and could be heard in all the rooms, he said " HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU TO SLEEP BEFORE I ARRIVE" I cried knowing I couldn't escape this situation now, its weird though, even if I know I will get beating every day, the pain only gets worse and its unbearable every time. Back to reality, my so called father stood over with a livid expression. He kicked me in my stomach a few times then grabbed my hair and held me up. With blood spilling from my mouth and bruises on my stomach and back, I stared at him with pleading eyes. "D-dad ple-please stop" I managed to say barely above a whisper while holding my stomach and head trying to ease the pain in my body. He laughed, he laughed so much that tries came from his eyes. "You want me to stop" he said in a mocking tone and looked me top to bottom with a smilebthat made me shiver in disgust. "You look just like your mother" he said and took my bloody face in Hus hands. My tries only became more now, I struggled to get out of his hold but failed miserably. I would live to die now, because what is going to happen to me is worse than death itself.