It happened again last night. My dad.

I've already told you about my story before and I thought I ever so slowly getting better... But.

It was around 10:30 after I had just finished doing some special affect makeup on my hands because it's one of my main hobbies. And I love it, even though I get a lot of hate on how bad it is and that I should give up like everything else but. I just can't seem to quit.

Now, I wear glasses but I just done some makeup on my nose so I wasn't wearing them and when I looked at the time on my phone, I thought it was 8:00 ish.

That was until my dad came storming up the stairs and came crashing into my room like a bull.

"WHAT ARE STILL DOING UP?!" He yelled, the strong smell of alcohol lingering on him. I shot up to defend myself but when he raised his fist slightly I let my "excuses" disappear.

He's never hit me before, I don't think he ever will but at the moment I truly thought he was about to.

He dragged me out my room and into the bathroom yelling at me.

"You're so F****** weird!"

"Get a life!"

"You're not normal! How is this normal!"

"Such a F****** weirdo!"

"Stupid girl. "

"Horrid daughter."

I quickly washed away the makeup and ran back in to my room before the tears would slip out in front of him.

He stormed back into his room and practically shoved my mother out the bed who then came complaining to me about how useless I was. And that "I always anger them. " or "are such a disappointment"

She didn't stop when I started crying she just slammed the door shut and went to bed.

Through my tears I could hear them talking about me. Their hate for me.

I broke down for about an hour until I stopped.

I went for my razor when I heard my cat meowing at my door. Like she was telling me not to.

I promised myself I wouldn't do it again.

I broke that promise.

That night I cried myself to sleep again while my cat cried at my door.

Yours truly.

Vickie

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