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Hello. My name is Samantha Davis and my father physically and verbally abuses me.
I don't want to sound like I'm on one of those Oprah Winfrey talk-shows but I just wanted to get it out of my system. It is something I have been meaning to admit to myself for a while. Now that I have, I hope and pray that I could muster enough courage and tell someone what has been happening to me. But I can't. At least not right now. Right now, I am hiding in the basement of my house and silently hoping that my father won't find me. He's looking for me, I can hear his footsteps from here, but I don't want him to find me.
I shut my eyes tightly and hope that someway, somehow I could get away from here.
Somehow teleport away.
I hear my father's booming voice, "COME HERE RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
I curl myself up into a ball and grip myself tightly.
I didn't want to break. I didn't want to cry. Father would hear me if I did. I had to stay silent. As silent as I have been for the past five years.
"You can't hide from me." Father's sly voice echoed through the walls of my house
My body is filled with terror and fear at the sound of his voice, making me shudder violently.
I felt like screaming, but I know if I did that Father would take notice of me here, find me and hurt me. Maybe even kill me.
I wish someone could help me, save me from him.
I wish I could run away.
I wish I could leave this horrible place.
"You can't hide from me Samantha!" Father said viciously, voice slightly muffled by the four walls hiding me
I hear footsteps come towards me and I open my eyes. The footsteps get louder and louder, my heart beating, pounding faster and faster, until…the footsteps stop.
For a brief moment I felt relief until I heard a 'creeeak'.
My eyes widened in fear as the door opened to see a tall, drunken man with a long hockey stick that was tainted with blood. My blood.
An ugly smirk was worn his sickening face as I unintentionally let out a gasp and trembled in dismay.
An evil grin was plastered on his face as he whispered, "Found you."
Father began walking slowly towards me.
I tried to back away only to be met by a wooden wall.
"Please, Father!" I begged, "Don't do this."
Father merely ignored me and walked closer.
"Stop, please." I continued to plead, "Don't hurt me."
Father continued to walk until he stopped before me.
He raised the hockey stick and smirked, "You've been a very bad girl. It's time to suffer the consequences of your actions."
I shut my eyes tightly so I wouldn't have to see the hockey stick come at me.
A sickening crack was heard as the hockey stick collided with my legs. I tried not to yell out in pain.
"Stop!" I yelled but it had no effect whatsoever
I winced at the pain as another crack was heard.
Tears began to pour down my cheeks, soaking my clothes.
"No! Stop crying!" Father yelled, "Your mother wouldn't have allowed this!"
"My mother is DEAD!" I yelled back, "Dead because YOU killed her you SADISTIC PIG!"
"DON'T you talk to me that way!" he yelled and held up the hockey stick, "YOU are the one who forced me to hurt your mother. It's YOUR fault! You are just a worthless, insignificant MISTAKE and because of you, I was forced to kill your mother."
I shielded my head with my arm and cried out in pain as the bone in my arm shattered.
"Help…me…someone." I said weakly
Tears continued to pour down my bruised cheeks as the sadistic man who claimed to be my father, hit me again and again with that blunt stick.
Who'd ever thought that something so normal could be the device to convey an emotion so evil?