Prologue-I met his eyes as I raise the knife.
“Liv,no!” he whispered. As the blade reached it’s target, the words to my song drifted to me:
“When I left, I don’t even think I saw you cry. I am forever broken. You can’t fix me…”
Darkness.
Chapter 1: Pain. 5:45 in the morning and I’m already getting the snot beat out of me.
“What is it this time, Dad?” I whined. Another blow to the back.
“Don’t get smart with me, brat. Get up! I have to be somewhere, so get your a** to school!” he hissed.
“All right, all right.” My hands found the alarm clock and turned it off.
That’s me: Alivia Nathanson. Daughter to John, the abusive alcoholic. I examine myself in the mirror. No black eye today. My eyes narrow as I take in my reflection. Chesnut brown hair, startling green eyes, a perfect tan. I think I’m pretty. My friends think I’d be a knockout without my scar.
That’s right, scar. 1.5 inches across my right eye. Yet another reminder of my dad’s rages.
“Liv,no!” he whispered. As the blade reached it’s target, the words to my song drifted to me:
“When I left, I don’t even think I saw you cry. I am forever broken. You can’t fix me…”
Darkness.
Chapter 1: Pain. 5:45 in the morning and I’m already getting the snot beat out of me.
“What is it this time, Dad?” I whined. Another blow to the back.
“Don’t get smart with me, brat. Get up! I have to be somewhere, so get your a** to school!” he hissed.
“All right, all right.” My hands found the alarm clock and turned it off.
That’s me: Alivia Nathanson. Daughter to John, the abusive alcoholic. I examine myself in the mirror. No black eye today. My eyes narrow as I take in my reflection. Chesnut brown hair, startling green eyes, a perfect tan. I think I’m pretty. My friends think I’d be a knockout without my scar.
That’s right, scar. 1.5 inches across my right eye. Yet another reminder of my dad’s rages.
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