AprilMy name is April. As you know, I get abused by my dad. This is my story...
I open my eyes, waking up by the sun shining in my face. I groan "another day of this thing I want to call 'life'"
I get out of bed and go take a shower. As I take off my clothes I see the bruises from yesterday.
I was on the couch doing my homework when my dad comes home slamming the door. "April, make me lunch while I go pee!!!" He yelled in my face. I nodded and quickly headed to the kitchen. I made him some microwave spaghetti. Apperently, it was a little too cold because when he started eating, he pushed the plate away and said "You f*cking little turd don't know how to make spaghetti right!" And pushed me down. I got up and said "sorry sorry sorry" all he did was take the plate, dump it on me and start punching me. At around 11pm he fell asleep and I snuck up to my room. I started crying. I don't get why he does this. I fell asleep doing my homework on my bed at 2am.
I took a shower, applied my makeup, got dressed, and walked to my best friend Valerie's house. I knocked on the door, her older brother answered.
I nodded and ran up. I knocked on her bedroom door.
"Come in" she said from inside.
I opened the door and saw her doing her hair. Valerie's room is like every other room. Purple walls. White carpet. Dark purple bed sheets. A small chair in the corner. A white dresser. A closet. 2 windows. A makeup table.
I set my book bag down on her bed and walked over to her. "Val, my dad did it again" I whispered.
She set down her comb, turned to face me with her eyes wide open. "How bad?" She asked.
I lifted my shirt up to my ribs. And pointed to the bruises. "This time he punched me harder then ever"
"You have got to tell someone!" She said in a loud whisper.
"I, I, I can't! He's my dad and no matter what bad choices he does I'll love him anyways" I said defending him.
"Why are you defending him!?! He's always taking his anger out on you. You need to make it stop sooner or later"
"No but's. Now lets get to school"