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The life of a broken little girl ):

Book By: SoftLips
Young adult


a sad story of a hard life a child has to live...


Submitted:Mar 18, 2012    Reads: 26    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Please comment and let me know if i should keep writing or just give up, thanks(:

Hi, My name is Elaine, I'm 6 years old and already know the meaning of pain. My step daddy always hits me and mommy, my brother it "special". I't means he doesn't think like we do, he's slower. He doesn't get hit, mommy always telld daddy, that's what i call my step dad, to take me instead. Everytime he hits me it hurts and i want to cry and scream, but i learned a long time ago if i do he will hit me even harder. I remember one time, I was 4, daddy came in and he was mad and drunk because he lost his job and the bills were due pretty soon. I knew what was going to happen and ran to my mommy and jumped in her lap, when daddy walked in he told me to leave the room, i cried and begged to stay with my mommy but he slapped me and told me to leave and not to make him have to ask me again. I cried while i walked out knowing what he was going to do to my mommy. I could hear her crying and screaming from the living room that was beside their room. I ran to the door and yelled, and screamed not caring if he hit me. He was hurting my mommy!!! I took my brothers hand and lead him to a closet in another room and covered him with a blanket shutting the door behind me. When i went back to the living room all the noise had stopped. I thought he had left and when i walked into mommy's room i saw her laying on the floor, she was breathing but i still started crying. I was too young to know wheather she was alive or dead. When my daddy walked out of the bathroom i was surprised and scared. I tried to run but he caught up to me and grabbed me by my hair and drug me back to the room. I kicked and tried to scratch and bite him but it only made him more mad. He started hitting my really hard on my face and threw me on the floor. He kicked me hard in the stomach over and over again. When i though it couldn't get any worse and i felt like i was going to die, when i had no more tears and the pain was too unbearable, he picked me up and threw me on the bed like a rag doll, mommy couldn't help me, i was alone, broken... i didn't know what was about to happen....





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