My POV
Hello, my name is Jinxx. I'm four.- Sorry I have to go, my 'dad' is calling.

"You stupid hore! I hate you!"
Father shouted at me as I covered my little ears.

My dad hobbled up the steps with a bottle, and slurred his words at me.

"Piece of shit!"
He says spitting at me.

I draw in my arms and legs-making myself a smaller target of him.

All of a sudden he picks me up by my shirt and hair, and throws me against the wall. I cry feeling all the life inside me just evaporate into the thin, musty-smelling air.

He shouts at me, and I don't understand. I don't understand why there is so much hate inside him.
He pulls me to the basement by my nice dark brown hair. When we arrive down there, he pushes me onto a dirty pile of clothes that lye on the cold, cement floor.

He kicks me in the leg, and I wince as he storms back up the old, creaky stairs slamming the door behind his back mumbling curse words under his smelly breath.

I quietly curl up on the clothes, and fall asleep. 🏴