Happy Birthday

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
An abused teenager; with an abusive father. Right when she thinks things can't get worse, they do. As her 18th birthday quickly arrives, the more and more harm she goes through. Her father gets drunk and high, and gets sinister. See this twistful short story now.

Submitted: January 30, 2014

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Drip drop, drip drop. All I heard as I watched my blood drip on the sink. Drop by drop of red. Releasing the pain I've held in for such a long time. I don't hide what I do. I don't care what others will think. Why would I? It's not like I have anything to loose anyway.
It takes a bit but the blood sooner or later does stop. I only cut to the point it lasts for a couple minutes. I exit the bathroom and as I walk to my room I hear the front door shut. He shouldn't be home yet. Unless that bastard got fired from his job again. My dad, he's a drunk. He can't have a job for more than a couple weeks. Soon enough he'll run outta jobs around here and we will have to move. He walks inside and yells "Nikki come down here...NOW!" I didn't want to. I knew what was coming next. I also knew that if I didn't go it will be worse. 
  I walked down to my father. He was both drunk and high. Such a lovely combination. That just meant worse for me. "Have you done your homework?" I nodded yes. Waiting for what ever he thought I deserved. "I don't believe that Nikki, you're a lair. You're a horrible child. I wish your mother would have just gotten an abortion." I could feel tears rush to my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him. I can't cry at all. He seen the tears start clouding my eyes. "Nikki you know it's a rule we don't cry in this house." He punched me in the face. I stumbled backwards and fell into the coffee table. The table cut my back and blood was everywhere. Finally, one mistake he would pay for. He had to take me to the hospital now! But he just sat there laughing at me. Putting shame and pity on me thinking he would actually help. I should have known better. He won't let me win his game. 
This all started when mom died. The abuse, physical and mental. He didn't care as long as I was the one being hurt. I try to ignore the pain. I try not to let him get enjoyment out of my suffering. But he always end up with a smile on his face from it at the end of the day, and it's not fair. It really isn't. My pain causing another joy. My life can't be anymore worthless. 
"Go clean yourself up, you little bitch." He snared at me. "But dad, I have glass lodged into my back!" "Ha, does that look like my problem? Go clean yourself the hell up then get back down here!" No point in arguing. 
I walked upstairs and ripped the glass out of my back. Then took a shower. I can feel the blood rushing down my back. When I looked down at the drain all I seen was blood, no water. Just blood. When I got out I looked in the mirror at the cut. It wasn't that deep, but so much blood came out. I got dressed and headed back down stairs to face more of my punishments. This has lasted since I was 3. Each year I get older, the more torture I get. I am now 17. I guess almost killing me is what I deserve. My birthday is tomorrow.
I went down stairs and he was waiting on the couch with a present. "Open it, I was gonna give it to you tomorrow but open it now." I opened it. There later a gun. Was he going to force me to kill myself? He laughed at my facial expression of horror. Then he put his hand on my knee "Think about it, cause tomorrow when I go in your room and if you're still alive...prepare for hell." Great, I already thought I lived in hell.
I went up stairs with the gun. I gave the choice some serious thinking. If I end it now, he can't hurt me anymore, but if I don't he has bad things planned for tomorrow. I can't even imagine what he has planned for me. I could simply escape this hell now. Or face the consequences tomorrow. My dad came upstairs with some hot chocolate. I could tell he was a little more sober so I accepted and drunk it. My eyes then became heavy, I could barely breath and I got light headed... The bitch drugged me. He didn't want me to kill myself, he wanted me alive to torture me tomorrow! He was more then twisted. He was legit satan.
When I woke up, I was tied to a pole in the basement. He was waiting for me. He had a video camera on and it was already recorded. The sick bastard was going to record how he would torture me on my birthday! Probably to watch over and over for his entertainment! He walked up to me slowly, making his hands into fist. His punched and punched me. My nose bled, until it went numb. He broke it. Then he aimed for my mouth, knocking teeth out. I was in so much pain. I started crying, right in front of him. Yet, he had no mercy. He toke a drill and said "Princess, remember how you always wanted your belly button pierced? Well happy birthday." He stuck the drill right into my belly button and drilled. Blood shoot out like a fountain. I bleed and bleed. Then he toke the drill to my ears and drilled them. I was going to faint. I held on to live as much as I could. I knew I was going to die any second. He toke a baseball bat and hit me in my head over and over until he smashed my head in and my brains spattered everywhere. He then lit me on fire and roasted marshmallows over my body. When he realized the house was on fire, he dropped what he was doing and ran to the video camera. Then he made his way outside. The fire department showed up. My dear father was covered in my blood. They called the cops. Of course my dad denied what he did to me. Yet, the video camera had what happened to me on it. When they watched they could barely keep up what they ate earlier. It was to gruesome for them. It was to gruesome for anyone unless they're sick like my father.
He was sent to prison for life. Not as much justice as I would like but good enough. When his cell Mates found out why he was there, he was murdered. He was killed fast. They struggled him. That may not seem fast to anyone else but to me it's fast compared to the pain that was brought on me by him. Justice was served, and while I'm living good and dead, he's living horrible. He's tortured now in the deep depths of hell, and that's more than what I could hope for.


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