From abused to loved

I was upstairs hiding scared of what my mom was about to do. She had been drinking. I heard her footsteps on the stairs. I knew it wasn't going to be good. she had been hitting me ever since dad left. She always tells me how it was my fault and how no one will ever love me. She opens my door. ''You stupid w***e'' she yells, grabbing me by the hair. she punches me in the face and I start crying which i know will make it worse but i cant help it. she smacks me four times before releasing me and going back downstairs.