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A Girl Called 'It'

Chapter One

My name is Millie but to most people, I'm 'It'.

Twelve hours is how long I've spent in the chemical filled bathroom, suffocating. But it's all to do with the punishment. I was late home and mother thought it was best for me to suffer and suffer I did.
The door unlocked and I looked up to find Dad standing there, with a sad expression on his face.

"Come here, love." He whispered, hoping not to wake mother up. I crawled to him. I was unable to walk. My body was numb. Dad picked me up and took me into the kitchen, I saw he had made me something for me to eat. I took in all the exotic smells.

"How long?" He asked, watching me stuff my face.

"It's been 3 days since mother let me eat." I said. He sighed.

Dad and myself made small chat for god knows how long. But, then he brought up an unexpected subject
"Millie, I've decided to leave, I can't handle it. And well... I've met someone." he said while crying. I stopped, tears falling down my face.
"Daddy please don’t go, I'll die!" I wailed. Now that got to him, his face looked pained, but he didn't reply. He got up and put the dishes in the sink and walked back to me and kissed me on the head. I pulled away, looking away, anger filled my heart.
"I love you Millie, I always will." He said. Then don't leave. I was crying by now and Dad had walked out the door with his suitcase and never looked back.

Sometimes mother wasn't always so mean. Sometimes, she used to tell me she loves me. And we used to play barbies or babies when I was little. But that now feels like a dream. And that was about ten years ago. I'm sixteen now, and am in high school, a hell that the devil controls.

I haven't seen my dad for ten years also, I hope he's going well. Without me.
I know he loves me. But, I guess he can't bring himself to come back.
I was sitting on the couch at home, Mum as I have to call her now.. has gone on a business trip and won't be back for a while. So I'm basically free. For the first time in forever. I heard a knock at the door and I walked over. I opened it and I suddenly couldn't breathe. My eyes were wide, and my feet shaking, my knees weak.
"Dad?"

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Im srry that you left this story was getting sooo good but great story really sad got me crying.

Im srry that you left this story was getting sooo good but great story really sad got me crying.

So sad, I was too late to comment :"(

Oh, :( bye! xx :( :,-(

Shishilovesliam Shishilovesliam
5/31/14

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?? :L

Liv_For_Payne Liv_For_Payne
5/18/14