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From Chapter 1 of Four or Dead by G O A
I am standing in front of my full-length mirror trying to decide the best way to hide the scars that litter the skin along my back and neck.
Thankfully, the new bruises I had acquired were along my ribs and could easily be hidden under my shirt. So my old scars were the ones hard to hide, but I had to try.
My father didn’t like rumors floating around about us especially since he was a valued member of our community.
We lived in an upscale neighborhood thanks to my father’s successful company, but it was a version of hell on earth. My father was a monster in these four walls, and a god among men in the real world.
I wish I could say that his hatred toward me began because of my mother’s death, that he just couldn’t stand looking at me and that was why he hurt me.
The fact is, he hated me the moment I was born. He hated me the moment the doctor said, ‘It’s a girl’. Because he wanted a son to become heir of his company and all the shady activity he did under the name of his legitimate business. Mom didn’t give him what he wanted, and because he beat her
near an inch of her life the moment they brought me home, she never wanted to get pregnant again.
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Furthermore, I would have died in the accident as well if it hadn’t been for a Good Samaritan who happened upon the accident early enough to pull me out. Just after I was pulled out of the car the whole thing burst into flames confirming that my mother was dead.
However, my father decided it would be too risky to try to kill me again. And playing the grieve-in husband and distraught father was too good an opportunity to pass up.
This was just for show though, because as soon as I healed from the accident, he took out his anger on me. It started out with a few hits from his belt as discipline, but he would hit me in the back. Then he got creative with his methods of beating me and upgraded to other sorts of items. When I hit puberty though, things only got worse. His friends started to take notice of me, and he would leave me alone with them to do with me as they wished.
Then he would walk in and punish me again for what I didn’t do willingly. I had hoped that at least school would be an escape from the hell of a life I endured at home, but I wasn’t so lucky.
It felt as if I was born into this world to become an outlet for people to take their anger out on. See some of these scars were from the many attempts to teach me who was in charge in the halls of my school.
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