Looks like i'm doing an update a day due to popular demand, lol. I love u guys xox.

Oh, and warning: The following part contains graphic content! Read at your own risk!

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Today is Daddy and Lisa's wedding. There's just something about today that feels weird, although I can't put my finger on it. I'm waiting in a little room in the back, all ready as the flower girl. One of the bridesmaids showed me how to throw the flowers on the ground properly – yeah, as if I need a tutorial on that.

  I look at myself in the mirror and smile. I have the pretty dress on with the heels, my hair is out with a silver headband above the part to the side, I have small silver eyeliner wing on, and of course they had to cover up my – becoming less noticeable by the day – bruise. Every time I look it, I think of how much I hate Cindy...and I'm going back to school tomorrow. Right, tomorrow's Monday. Man, that was two weeks already? And all I've been doing was being forced to prepare. What a waste of my break.

  "Allison? You ready?" one of Lisa's five bridesmaids asks me.

  I look back at the mirror and clutch the basket full of white flowers in my hand. "As I'll ever be," I reply.

  "Great," she says. I follow her out and I spot Lisa standing just before where she needs to walk all the way up to unite with Daddy. The dress looks really nice on her, her hair is done in a half up do with thick curls, mild makeup on, she's holding a small bouquet of colorful flowers, and a diamond bracelet with a love heart on it that my daddy bought for her.

  Things will change for many people today. Lisa will be my step mom, Daddy will be married at thirty-four years old, Lisa at twenty-four, and I just wonder how everything will settle in. And especially if I'll end up having a baby brother or sister, and when they're planning on telling me – especially that.

  "Oh my goodness Lisa, you're so beautiful," one of the women compliments.

  "Thank you very much. Well, I guess this is it. Dad, walk me down the aisle, will you?" Lisa says, looking up at the sky.

  Somehow, that broke my heart. I guess it's because I know how it feels to lose a parent. It's then I remember my mom and how I don't want anyone replacing her, not even Lisa for Daddy. This just doesn't seem right. I don't want to do this. Life is moving too quick, I-

  "Allison?" Lisa calls, snapping me out of my exhilarating thoughts.

  I gulp, trying not to cry. "Y-Yeah?"

  "Get ready to walk first."

  I make the "oh" face, and stand before Lisa. Soon, the wedding bells start ringing and "here comes the bride" starts playing on the piano. I slowly walk, remembering to throw the flowers delicately everywhere as I go. I look at Daddy standing further up and smile at him, and he returns the smile.

He's wearing a black suit and his hair is out; it really looks good on him. I look past people on the side, smiling at me, some even whispering, "How cute." I inwardly roll my eyes and continue walking up the very, very, very long church hall, admiring the religious pictures and statues everywhere.

  As soon as I almost make it to where I'm supposed to stand, I feel someone's heel step on the back of my dress, when suddenly...

Rip!

  I feel my dress rip all the way up to my underwear, and I stop walking. I turn around and see Lisa standing directly behind me, her mouth agape. I look around and watch as people are staring at me, some even snickering.

  "Dear God, Ally, I'm so, so-"

  I throw the basket onto the ground harshly. "You! Why would you do this to me!?" I scream, holding the back of my dress together. Now, I hate Lisa.

  "What? It was an accident Ally, I'm sorry!" she defends.

  I shake my head. "Stop calling me "Ally!" And you know what? It's not just this, Lisa! I'm just tired of everything with you! I miss the way it was when it was just Daddy and I, before you came in and tried acting like you were some type of mother figure in my life. Well let me tell you something, I already have one. She's gone, but she's still mine!" my voice cracks on the last line.

  Her face has empathy written all over it. I can see she knows how it feels. Only she doesn't know the pain I had to endure before I met Michael, so my life has practically been all over the place, especially when I feel as lost as I ever been.

  "I...I didn't know you felt that way," she sadly says.

  My face turns red with anger and embarrassment, people still staring at us, although I'm not done with her yet. I point in her face. "You," I begin angrily, but suddenly Daddy runs down towards us from the top of the church and holds me steady before i can say anything else. "Allison, stop this, this is absurd!" he scolds.

  "No Dad, you're absurd, for taking an interest in her! I don't care what you tell me, she," I point to Lisa, "Will never, ever, ever be my mommy!"

  I'm unable to control my sobs as Daddy grabs my wrist. "Allison, what's wrong with you? You've been acting like a stubborn brat lately and I don't like it!"

  "Daddy let go you're hurting me!" I scream as his grip on my wrist tightens without him noticing. Then, I'm suddenly reminded of another time in my past...

"Kyle let go you're hurting me!" I yell loudly as Kyle tightens his grip on both of my wrists from behind my back, pushing my face into the sofa so that my screams are muffled.

  "SHUT UP!" he screams and slaps the back of my head, causing me to get up. "YOU SEE THIS?" He holds up an empty broken wine bottle in front of my face. "THIS IS HOW CLOSE I AM TO CUTTING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

  I scream loudly as he motions the glass towards my neck. He pulls my hair and grabs a hold of the front of my neck and gives it a tight squeeze. As I'm choking and grasping for air, he sighs. "Do you know how much I enjoy doing this?" he asks.

  "I-"

  He snickers. "I don't. But you make me do it."

  "Now tell me, are you sorry for lying to me about your uncle Peter doing inappropriate things to you?"

  But he did. He did it for the second time and Kyle still doesn't believe me.

  "ANSWER ME!" he booms.

  But I can't. I can hardly say a word with the way he's handling me.

  "Alright then, don't answer me. Let's just see what happens in that case!"

  He pushes my face back down into the sofa again, this time holding my arms up above my head with only one of his giant hands. He unzips my jeans and pulls the back of them down with his teeth.

  He begins slapping my butt harshly with his hand repeatedly. "How do you like this?" he asks.

  "I..." I sob loudly, feeling my heart beating at an unsteady rhythm, not making it easy for me to speak, "I...I, s-s-sto-p-please."

  He then begins planting rough, dirty, sloppy kisses on my lower back and at the top of my underwear line, pulling them down slightly. "Oh yeah Allison, you like this, don't you? Is this what he did to you? HAH! Liar. Come on Allison, all you gotta do is say the word..."

  I somehow manage to find my voice and scream, "STOP, PLEASE!"

  He laughs and yanks my body upwards, turning me around so I can face him. He looks at me and says, "Get upstairs, you're disgusting to look at. You filthy bitch."

  Daddy realises what he's doing and instantly lets go, his facial expression softening. "I'm sorry...Allison please, I'm so sorry," he pleads.

  The name keeps replaying in my head from the flashback I just had...filthy bitch. I'll never forget that name – that insult.

  I feel my head start to spin, becoming dizzier by the second.

  "Allison..." my daddy's voice echoes in my head, not paying attention to anything around me. "Allison?"

  "I'm just a filthy bitch," I say lowly, making my way out of the church.

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