Wicked Cravings The Human Mate

Renée's POV:

"Wake up you bitch!!, Where the hell is my breakfast?!".

I heard my father yelling followed by a loud crash of glasses probably shattered into a million pieces. Behind the closed door of my room, I knew what was coming after this. Another round of beating. I was scared, worried, scarred for life. I was broken, shattered, in pain but I couldn't call out for help cause I was useless, a waste of space, time and air.

This words has been forever drilled into my head and mind by the one I call my father. As I heard the front door slam shut, I let out a huge sigh of relief, I was safe for now so I immediately stood up, rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and decided to have the pleasure of warm bath which I hardly have access to. I whinced as the water cascade down my bruised skin causing more pain.

After the pained pleasure of ten minutes, I got out of the bathroom, got dressed in a faded jeans and tee shirt, a black jacket to hide the blue and purplish bruises in my arms and makeup to hide the dark circles in my eyes and the skin that was turning yellow cuz of lack of proper medical treatment. I used my fingers to come through my black hair and tied it into a messy bun on top of my head, letting a few strands fall on my face

  My name is Renee, a seventeen years old teen and this is the life I live, being maltreated constantly is my new normal, if anyone had told me in the past that this would happen to me in the nearest future, I would have died with such person rather than to accept the prophecy and do you know why.

  My dad was never this way, we were a loving family consisting of me, my mum and my dad, it was a perfect little world but it came crashing down after the death of my mum. It was as if the only only hope and light in my world was snatched forcefully away by death. My dad and I mourned for days comforting ourselves until one day, he got so drunk and lost it then he hit me.

  My dad hit me. As time passed, it became more and more constant, more bruises and he blamed me for her death, threatened to kill me if I ever let anyone know what he does to me. Ever since then, the blames never ceased, the beatings never stopped. I slowly lost my friends, I would receive double the rounds of beating if he discovered that I tried to make any or anyone talked to me. I slowly lost my confidence and became the target of bullies. I couldn't fight back because of fear. We moved from one town to the other every three months cause he feared that the adoption center might take away his punching bag; thats me.

New environment, new people, new school, new teachers, new bullies, all of it, I hated them. It was disgusting and infuriating cause I was too weak to stop all this, I had lost the right to voice out my thoughts and opinions and everyone is so selfish. No one cared, all the thought about was themselves, pathetic bastards everyone in this world is a selfish pathetic bastard who just want to use you for their own gain. At least I wasn't sexually abused, fortunately my father respected me in that aspect. I still had the dignity of being a being a virgin.....not a slut.