Jinxx's POV

14 years later.....

"I'm done being your fuck'n slave! I'm 18! You shouldn't treat me like this, I'm your son!"

"Shut the fuck up you little bastard! Your so worthless, and your my son I can treat you however I want! Pick up your fuck'n clothes!"
Dad shouted at me.

"You threw them there!"
I scream.

"Charlie, I swear....you little whore!"

I back up, and accidentally knocked over a lamp.

"I'm gonna kill you! Charlie!"
He screamed as I ran for the basement.

"Charlie!"

"Stop calling me Charlie! I HATE it!"
I scream as he hits me. He's hit me seven times already tonight.

"On the floor brat!"
He screams as he pushes me to the ground. He rips my pants off and sexually assaults me. I feel him ripping through my body. I don't usually cry, but I do this time. The pain is unbearable.

After he's done assaulting me, I'm locked in the basement, and as he leaves I grab a piece of chalk, and put down another tally. The tallies are for as many time I get beat, hit or anything else for that fuck'n matter.
I grabbed my iPod that my 'dad' broke, and texted my friend:

He's at it again

Dude, you need too run

Run?

Run away, fuck home

Ok Cody, bye

Bye dude

HES NEVER ANY FUCKN HELP!
I scream throwing my iPod.

"Charlie!!!!!!!! I'm gonna beat the daylight out of you!"
My dad screams as she stopped down the wooden stairs.

"You stole money again! And you called me a bitch! I'm gonna beat you!"
He screams false things at me.

"I didn't steal money, look! And I did not call you anything! Your the one hurting me!"
I say.

'Shit! Shouldn't have said that!'
I think to myself.

"Charlie,........" he pulls me by my hair, and throws me around like a toy.

"Get over here!"
He shouts.

He holds a knife to both my upper arms, and I scream as the blood runs down.
When he leaves, I grab a razor, and put it to my arm as the blood rises. I know what your thinking. I'm fuck'n crazy! But, your dad just cut you, why do it again!No.... I'm depressed on a lower level all because of my dad's abuse. And I cut again cause I'm a freak. The blood trickles down my arm, and I quickly decided to listen to my friend Cody, and run before my dad came back.
I grabbed my duffle bag, threw my iPod, charger, CDs, skateboard, poster, two shirts, one pair of pants, my nice pocket knife, gauze, medical tape, (you know why) into it and grabbed my black guitar.

I ran. I didn't know where I was going, but I was done getting abused. I put my ear plugs in and started to listen to 'Drag Me To The Grave' by The Black Veil Brides.

You see this wasn't the very first time my parents have molested me. I was raped by my mother twice, and once by my father. My mother sexually, and emotionally abused me when I was little, then she died. My dad, he sexually, mentally, emotionally, and physically abused me.
I know my life is fucked up, but I don't do drugs or anything like that.
All of a sudden I'm attacked by these two men in a black car.🏴