This work within its first few lines contains language or other material which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. His fists came down on me again as his words cut into my mask. Bitch, he called me. Whore, he said. Good-for-nothing cunt...
Maybe you don't know what you're doing to me, maybe you don't realize because of all the alcohol and drugs and the sensations you get from doing something so wrong- so twisted. Maybe Mom wouldn't care if she knew, maybe you should try while she's home and awake and see if she gives a fuck. Have fun with that, underneath all the cigarette smoke and various powders, she cares you son of a bitch. I have to hope for that beca...
**This is a work of fiction from the point of view of one of my poor, poor characters. I didn't know where to put it, so it is in flash fiction.** "Don't look back... You'll never know the way your words have haunted me..." Evanescence, Snow White Queen. I know you know what you did to me. You weren't drunk, there was no excuse for you to treat me, your only daughter, the way you did. You didn't hurt me, not unless I spo...
