I stopped counting the number of times his fist hit me . My stomach,face and everywhere else that his fist can touch.Only because I was hungry, Which I'll never again try to sneak food form him but ,I was so hungry from not having eaten food for a week other than bread and cheese.Then with his drunken nasty breath he kissed me ,I wanted to throw up right then and there and, with an gage I stopped myself not wanting a repeat of last time.I didnt want him to add to his collection as what he calls it ,I didn't want to be in anymore pain then I was in .
Richard "yeah you like that you little slut "
With spit and slobber coming out of his mouth
"Maybe I should add more to my collection"
With a tiny squeak i whispered "no please I won't do it again"
"Hmm ...no what"
"No sir "
"Good now clean up "
And with an hard shove he slammed me into the floor and left the house .
This is an story about a little boy named Ophelia orchid lilly ashwood who was stolen from his parents when he was young and wasn't found until 14 years later with all the build up trauma and scares would his siblings be able to help him read to find out.
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