My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.
I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.
Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days par his heavy drinking.
One night him and his buddies were playing poker when we ran out of spirits. He did his usual hits but they were harder and kept coming. I then realized he was then killing me. I looked to his Friends for help, but they were drunk. They were laughing and pointing, one par one they all got up and helped my dad beat me. "Thats what toi get for not listening to my orders!" yelled my dad.
As soon as it started it stopped. They all went back to their game, except for my mother. She came to me and helped me pull me up. So we could be together for the rest of enternity.
My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am now free.
I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.
Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days par his heavy drinking.
One night him and his buddies were playing poker when we ran out of spirits. He did his usual hits but they were harder and kept coming. I then realized he was then killing me. I looked to his Friends for help, but they were drunk. They were laughing and pointing, one par one they all got up and helped my dad beat me. "Thats what toi get for not listening to my orders!" yelled my dad.
As soon as it started it stopped. They all went back to their game, except for my mother. She came to me and helped me pull me up. So we could be together for the rest of enternity.
My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am now free.
Isabella
Isabella
The manor I imagine. Without the moor however.
