I reach over the picture frame and face it down on my desk, feeling the hatred and sadness mixing in my chest. I could feel it, every moment of the pain in my chest and the voices in my head again. It's always there, and it's always burning. The sting and pull in my chest, and sometimes it's hard to breathe. It's like I'm suffocating in my own body, and my mind has lost to the powerful voices in my head. 

Daddy, where are you? I miss you. I miss you, daddy. I miss you so much. Please, tell me you're still here. I'm sorry for being stubborn, and I'm sorry that it was my fault. Daddy, please come back, please. I would give everything up. Please. I'm scared, daddy, I'm alone. Please. 

Looking down at the frame as my thought clouded my mind, I could feel the tears at the rim of my eyes. I can't cry, not tonight, because I'm not weak. I'm strong. I need to be strong, and if I'm not strong. The monster will take it out on my Mom, so I would do anything to protect my Mom. 

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm myself down. Slowly, turning the picture frame over and took a closer look at my father. 

Where are you?

Then I heard footsteps approaching my door, so I quickly took the picture and put it under my bed. After doing that, I walk to my door slowly, meanwhile holding the jersey against my chest. "Who's there?" I ask softly, and trying to hold in my tears. Silence fills my ears, making me think that they had left until their voices boom across the door. 

"Meet me downstairs after I'm finished with my food, and don't you even dare come late," He snarls. Then, I heard his footsteps faded out in the distance. I took a deep breath in and let it out, and I need to calm down before I lose it all. 

Then I went to the bathroom to wash the jersey and gently wash them in the sink. After thirty minutes of cleaning the jersey, I went downstairs to the basement. Each step towards there, I could feel my pulse fasten under my skin and sweats already building up. No, I can't let my fear get the best of me, and I need to get used to this. I need to get used to this.

The next thing I know, I was facing the door, and my hand rested on the handle. This place used to be my father's workout place until he changed it into a nightmare. 

"I know you're out there," a husky voice says inside the room. "Come on inside." 

Slowly, I open the door and made my way inside. Then I close the door behind me, "Hello, sir." 

His eyes darken as his infamous smirk of his widens, "It's been a while, hasn't it? My doll."

My eyes would explore the room and doing everything I can to avoid his gaze. It used to be warm in here, but now, I'm shivering under my clothes and holding myself. 

"Are you scared?" He asks, getting closer to me, then lifting my chin to look at him. "Are you scared of me? Answer me, you lit-" 

Out of the blue, he jerks my hair back, and it made me bang my head against the door. His body leans over mine as I look up at him with tears in my eyes. 

"Answer me, doll," He asks aggressively with waves of anger in his eyes. "Obey me, if it weren't for me, your mother and you would have been dead."

Oh please, we would have been living a better life if it weren't for you. 

"Yes, I'm scared of you," My lips shiver as I hold in my anger. I hate you. "Sir, I am scared of you." 

He lets out a chuckle before gripping tighter on my hair then threw me on the floor. 

Shit. 

I went face down on the floor, and the cold wooden floor came in impact with my bare skin. I try to get up, but before I could process anything else. The monster lunges at me with all his weight and force, and I try to brace myself against all the hits he's giving to me. 

"Fuck you, fuck you!" He hollers, and he punches me. "I hate you! I hate you!"

Then grab me by my hair again, then he slaps my face. Then he grabs me by the neck and tries to strangle me. Fuck. I can't breathe. I grab him by the wrist and try to fight back. 

"Die bitch!", He gasps out. Then pulls me by the collar and starts to shake me aggressively. 

"Please, stop," I choke out as my tears fall. "Please, it hurts-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls at me and slams me on the ground, causing me to hit my head. I grit my teeth as I bear the pain as my eyes start to tear up. 

"Take this, you asshole!" He shouts, and the next thing I know. I was introduced to his fist before everything went black.