Criminal

Robin's POV

"Whore!" my father yells as he slaps my face. I fall to the ground and held my throbbing cheek. "P-please don't hurt m-me," I stuttered. Gosh, what's the point of saying that? He kicks me in the leg and I yelp out in pain. "Shut up!" he spits at me. He delivers another kick to my stomach and I groan in pain. I crawled slowly away from him but he grabs my hair and pulls me down the stairs. "OW!" I cry out. The carpet gives me burns on my arms and my bare legs since I was wearing shorts. He pushes my violently to a corner and starts beating the hell out of me. A thousand hours later, he is finally done. I have bruises all over my body and my forehead is bleeding from where he threw a book at me. I'm surprised I'm still even alive after 10 years of living hell.

My mom died when I was 5 in a car crash. She was on the way to pick me up from school when a reckless taxi driver collided with her. My dad blamed me for this since that accident. He slaps me one hard time across my left cheek before going into his bedroom. I started crying heavily, what did I do to deserve this?

Then I realised, this was the last straw, I need to get out of here.

Notes

I know its damn short but the second one will be longer, I promise!