One

I pulled my hood over my head as I stepped off the bus. Beau told me he had track after school, so I was going to have to walk home alone. 

The bus driver waved to me and I waited for the bus to turn the corner on Main street, and once it finally did, I began to limp home. I had spent the whole day limping, and it hurt like hell. 

I walked closer to our house and saw father standing by the mail box, he made sure I didn't bring anyone home. If I did, he'd make up some stupid excuse that would make them leave. He was wearing a lumber jack shirt, jeans, and big black boots. His shaggy hair was slightly in his face and his grey eyes pierced my soul when we made eye contact. 

"Why are you limping young girl?" he asked as I walked up to the mail box. He gave me 'the look'. The look is the look he gives me when I need to act normal and that is usually when we're outside of our house. 

"Beau tripped me today d- father, and I twisted my ankle." I said softly. He flipped his hair and put his arm around me and we walked into the house. The moment the door shut to the outside world I would have to run. Something was pissing dad off and I wasn't sure what it was. I dropped my bag and made a break for the stairs, but he caught me before I could get there. I tripped and fell to the floor, he pulled me close and I tried to kick him. 

"Get back here!" he pulled more vigorously and choked me. He put my hands to my sides and got on top of me. "WHO THE F**K IS MR. PETERSON?" he barked in my ear. Mr. Peterson was one of the schools psychologist. 

"I don't know father, I don't-" he slapped me. 

"Don't you dare f*****g father me b***h, who is he and what the f**k does he want with you?" I tried to squirm away, that's what I always tried to do, but that never worked. He put his hand on my and pulled me by my hair. "You are going to tell me who the hell this f*****g Mr. Peterson is, or else I am going to kill you're friend Beau. TELL ME!" he roared. 

"He's the schools therapist..." I squeaked out. He threw me against the ground and got off of me. He stood next to me as I curled up into a ball. 

"What the f**k does he want? Tell me b***h! Tell me!" he kicked my side and I cringed. I began to cry. 

"I don't know father, I don't know. We met yesterday and I guess he wanted to follow up on-" he picked me up by my hair and pushed me against the wall. 

"What the f**k did you tell him? You better not have said a f*****g word. I am your father and I love you. I'm only doing this because I love you." His voice was sick and twisted. His arm was over my airway again. "What did you f*****g say?" I tried with all my might to break away, he was too strong. 

"Nothing, we talked about school, and Beau. I swear that's it father. I swear. I would never do anything to hurt you or to have myself taken away from you. I swear!" I pleaded and he glared at me. He spit in my face and I fell to the ground. He walked into the kitchen and I laid on the ground crying and gasping for air. 

"Shut up! You're fine. Go upstairs and change into your house outfit. At five you're making dinner b***h." He said walking into the living room. 

I stood up and staggered upstairs to my room. I slowly dragged my feet up the stairs and went into my room. I closed the door and laid down on my bed. My make up had gotten ruined, so I had to wipe it off. I changed into the white cotton nightgown dad bough me. It was strapless and it barely covered my body. I didn't like wearing it, but if I didn't I'd get my arm broken, again. I limped over to my mirror and looked myself. 

You're ugly. Look at yourself. Pale, fat, shapeless, and icky! No guy wants you except your father. Without father you're nothing.

My conscience said to me. I hit my head and shook it. That wasn't me speaking, that was my father speaking. I let the tears fall from my face onto the dark wooden floor. I looked back in the mirror and tried to smile. 

You are beautiful Lany, you are. You are who you are. Don't let anyone change that. You are a beautiful human being. 

"Get the f**k out here and make some f*****g dinner b***h!" dad hit the door and I was knocked out of my thoughts. I wiped away my tears and walked out of my bedroom. I slowly walked over to the stairs and made my way down. Father had gone back to watching TV. I walked into the kitchen and put the apron on. I got out some pasta and hamburger meat so I could make meat balls. 

Father walked into the kitchen and came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him. 

"I'm sorry baby, I don't mean any harm," he softly hummed in my ear, "you know I love you. You're my baby girl." His hands made their way to my tummy and began to massage it. I groaned and tried to move away. He began to kiss my neck, which made me get bad goosebumps all over me. 

"Father what are you doing?" I groaned again and tried to feel not so uncomfortable. He moved his hands higher and higher. "Father don't you want dinner?" I quietly asked. He nodded his head. "Then let me go and make it for you. If you don't let me go I can't make it." He walked away and I finished making his dinner. 

Once I was done making dinner I brought it to him in the living room and sat down on the big chair we had. I watched him eat all of the food I had made. He just looked at me and smirked. 

"Well, b***h aren't you going to eat?" he asked. 

"I only made enough for you." I said. He let out a sarcastic chuckle. 

"Whatever. I'm done clean this up." He demanded. I nodded and took his plates into the kitchen and cleaned them. The door bell rang. "Get it now!" he barked. I wiped my hands and walked over to the door in my bare feet. I opened and saw Beau standing there. I gasped and shut the door quickly. I had to find a sweater to put on. One of father's lumber jack shirts was lying on the ground by the closet door and I grabbed that and put it on. I walked back over to the door and opened it. 

"Sorry, about that Beau, it's just I was cold..." I said softly. 

"Don't worry Lany, it's fine. I came to bring you this, uhm, I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but I left it at home. It's just a little gift, I thought it might make you smile since you got that bad grade on your chemistry test." I smiled dully but I smiled. I took the little bunny and held onto it. 

"Thanks Beau. I really appreciate this." I closed the door and stood close to him. It was a normal October day here in Sioux City. Cold and breezy. 

"Hey me and Emmett were wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow? He just got a new flat screen TV and he wants us all to watch Trial F1 for the thousandth time on it." I laughed a little bit and thought. 

"Uhm, I'm not sure. I'll ask my dad later, he's inside being busy. Thanks again Beau, this was really sweet." I put my arms around him and stood on my tip toes. I hugged him tightly and stood there. I just wanted to feel his warmth next to my cold body. I couldn't believe the one person in this entire world, whom I love more than anything else, I couldn't even tell what was happening to me. 

Father opened the door. 

"Oh, hello Beau, what are you doing here?" he asked with a sneer. I pulled away from Beau faster than light and fixed my hair. 

"Hi Mr. Madge, I just came to give Lany this bunny," he paused and turned to me. "I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow in school." He hugged me, but before I could wrap my arms around him dad pulled me away. 

"Goodbye Beau." He said pushing me back into the house. I waved to Beau and he waved back. Once the door was closed dad pushed me up against the wall again, standing right behind me. "Does that boy like you? Hmm? Well he's making a complete and utter mistake. You're worthless Lany, worthless. I am the only person who will ever love you for who you really are. Beau is a f*****g dick. He is too good for you. He'll never ever love you. If I ever see you holding hands or better yet hugging with that boy, I will kill him personally and say you did it. Go it?" he tugged at my hair. 

"Yes father, I get it....." I said meekly. He slowly turned me around and pulled me closer to him. 

"Mmm that's a good girl..." he slowly ran his hand under the nightgown and I closed my eyes and whimpered. "What's this?" he asked. "Being disobedient? Hmmm that's not what I like to see." He slapped my face and kissed me again. He was rough and kept biting down on my lip. Right when I began to kiss back he threw me on the ground. "DO NOT EVER KISS YOUR F*****G FRIEND! IF I SEE THAT I WILL KILL BOTH OF YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" he roared louder than a pack of bears. I didn't answer him right away because I had fallen on my face. 

"I F*****G SAID DO YOU HEAR ME?!" 

"Yes father...." I said quietly. He gave me an evil smile and walked away. I checked the time, it was 9:40. Why did Beau come over at 9:40 at night? I would think his mom would be upset if he wasn't back by 7. I got up slowly and limped back up to my room. I guess I should tell you how come I'm limping. What I said before, where Beau had tripped me, nope. Last week, I came about a centimeter to giving Beau a peck on the cheek, father saw, called me into the house, and twisted my ankle, by hand. I have to fake how I walk during school, and then I have to lie and tell people the tears in my eyes are allergies. 

I slipped into bed and stared at the ceiling for about a half hour before I fell asleep. In my sleep is the only place where Beau knows, it's the only place where there is good, it's the only place I feel safe. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I feel bad for her. She is not a bad or worthless person. She is just a little girl who needs love and affection. Good start though. It is sad, but I know it will get better. I like this though. Thanks for sharing. :)

[James Watts]

Not a bad start.
"DO NOT EVER KISS YOUR F*****G FRIEND! IF I SEE THAT I WILL KILL BOTH OF YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"(either a ? or !, but not both. While accepted in comic book format it is frowned upon in prose.)

I said meekly(try to avoid the -ly adverb, sometimes they can not be avoided but for the most part they can. They frowned upon when tagged onto dialogue. I make the same mistake and after finishing a piece I do an adverb edit.)

"Well, b***h aren't you going to eat?" he asked.(comma after b***h.)
"Hi Mr. Madge, I just came to give Lany this bunny," he paused and (comma after Hi)
"Goodbye Beau." He said pushing me back into the house. (comma between Goodbye and Beau and a comma between Beau and "

These are just examples of errors I found. Not a bad story so keep up the good work.

[ashley]

This is very good. Interesting story line. Can't wait for the next chapter! :D

[Coyote Poetry]

A very cold and hard story. The poor girl had a hard life. Your description and story was powerful and the pace of the story I like. You have opportunity to create a strong and scary story.
Coyote

[Sharkapillar]

A little hard to follow, but I got it after I re-read it. I love it. Keep going.