"I HATE YOU!!!! I HATE YOU BOTH!!!" I screeched. I've had enough of their stupid scenarios where I'm the one that's always to blame. Of course they wouldn't lay a finger on my sister Natalie, But I'm like their personal punching bag. They're having a bad day? I'm the girl who you take it out on. That's like my life motto.

My parents don't know the first thing about love, but they sure have a lot of info about every bar in the city. When they close, when they open, the menu, everything. Heck, I'm sure they know every single staff member my first and last name, but they couldn't remember there daughter's 12th birthday. I spent that day alone, with only my books to accompany me. Alice was on a vacation with her family... Who I might add, loved her very much. They fed her everyday with delicious meals that varied of pizza and pasta, I was to eat cold, sloppy oatmeal every morning, and sometimes for dinner. They sat down and talked about their day, how they were doing... While my parents did all their talking with a belt. They treated her with respect and kindness, I on the other hand was stuck being left to rot and treated like a servant.

Of course I was jealous, but never mentioned my problems to anyone, not even Alice. At school, I seemed like the perfect girl, the girl that was sweet and had no worries in the world. But I did, I did have worries, like how I was going to cover up the bruise or slashes that I came home to everyday, and how I was going to keep it a secret at school that my parents were alcoholics.

I slammed the door and locked it, not wanting to be talked nor scolded at. After thinking about the situation at hand, I finally decided it was time. I didn't want to do this sooner because I thought it was selfish, but I just can't handle this anymore.

I was going to leave, and I was not coming back.

I grabbed a spare knapsack from my closet and started filling it with things I'll need to survive in the world. Toiletries, clothes, shoes, a lot of snacks I sneaked out of the kitchen, some of my best books, special mementos, and much more. Last but not least, a hand pistol that I kept in my special drawer for emergencies... you could never be too careful.

I looked around my almost bare room, when suddenly the door yanked open and revealed my father holding a bottle of alcohol. "WHY YOU LITTLE-"My father started, but I cut him off. "NO!!! I WON'T TOLERATE ANY MORE OF YOUR STUPID LITTLE REMARKS!!!! I'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH SHAME AND ABUSE AND I DON'T NEED YOU TO ADD MORE TO MY ALREADY JAGGED SOUL!!!!" I shrieked back. He stared at me for a while and came closer. "You have no right to speak to me like that..." He said lowly. "I have every right. And I don't care if you hit me or crush me with words, because guess what... I've got nothing to lose..." I muttered.

He charged towards me with a peeved look on his face and grabbed my hair, only to drag me to the bathroom whimpering in pain. "LOOK AT YOURSELF!!! YOUR NOTHING BUT AN UGLY, STUPID, LITTLE SLUT WITH HER HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS ALL THE TIME, AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE!!!!" He snarled.

Then he yanked his belt off and started hitting me on my face, legs, every inch of my body. When he stopped he snapped "I see you've been covering up those scars. You shouldn't be hiding them, be proud of them. Think of them as trophies... I guess I'm going to have to give you more..." "YOUR SICK!!! I howled before he started giving me another round of these so called "Trophies". I couldn't take it anymore and rasped "Please, let me go... I'll-I'll do anything... anything just please... stop..."

"Anything?" he said deeply with a pervertive look on his face. No. He wouldn't. Even if we couldn't stand each other, I was still his daughter. Father's wouldn't do...that... would they?

"N-no" I stammered. "I take that back... I'd rather suffer this, than anything someone as disgusting as you has in mind."

"Too bad sweetheart... you're in for a treat..." he said darkly, and dragged me back to my room, where I was going to suffer the consequences of my words. I will never question the term think before you speak ever again.