Anastasia Pov

"I'm so tired of this shit." I mumbled as I cried into my pillow. I winced at the pain left on my cheek by the man that is my "father." He was almost the whole reason why I hated my life. Pure hate. I'm 23 still living at home, my mom is always either high or drunk, and my dad still abuses me. It's been this way since I was 11 years old. I continued to quietly cry into my pillow as flashbacks of him came rushing back. I wish I could've just raged out, but I knew I couldn't, or else he would've came in here and destroyed me.

As dawn came, My father came in my room. He smacked me in the face with the news paper gently. I woke up alerted and confused. "Get breakfast started." He muttered. I'm surprised he didn't hurt me. I put on my robe and my slippers and quietly climbed down the stairs. I cooked breakfast and placed two plates on the table, along with two tall glasses. Moments later, my sorry excuse for my mom falls down the steps. I turn around to see her on her back. "Shit!" She muttered, she slowly stood up but before she could look at me I turned my head. I quickly averted my eyes down, trying to avoiding eye contact. I placed a few aspirins on her napkin, while pouring her some orange juice. As she tasted the pancake, she threw the whole plate on the floor. "This shit is nasty! You stupid whore, you don't even know how to cook." She started rubbing her head due to the hangover. I just stood there, looking at her, shocked. She lifted her head and her eyes widened at me. "COME CLEAN IT UP YOU DUMB CUNT!" I quickly snapped back to reality and started cleaning it up.

After 5 minutes, my father came into the kitchen. He made his way into the kitchen and sat down. He grabbed his newspaper and began reading. I brought him his plate along with orange juice. I stood, looking around the kitchen being very idol. "Sit down!" My father yelled at me. I quickly scrambled to my seat. He grabbed me face and I winced at the pain from last nights events. "Look at me while I eat." I watched as the food entered into his mouth. He's torturing me knowing that I haven't eaten in days. "That's right you dirty slut, you can't have any." He taunted as he continued eating his breakfast. "Your so fucking fat man. I have a fat, ugly whore as my daughter!" He said while laughing. I held back my tears knowing if I cry, the teasing would only get worse. "God cursed me, your the worst daughter in the world, why don't you just kill yourself already. Huh? Your not wanted, your a waste of space. No man will ever want you, your going to die alone." My father went on.

After a whole half an hour, he told me to get out off his face. I quickly vanished into the bathroom upstairs. I began bawling my eyes out in the mirror. I looked at myself as I pushed my Raven black hair behind my ears. I watched my hazel eyes fill up with tears as I began crying again. "God, why do you hate me so much!" I sniffled. "Please God, help me!" I sat on the toilet seat and stayed crying. I looked into the mirror and I saw what my parents were talking about. I was ugly. I was stupid, I would never find love.

I guess I've been staying in there too long because my father violently banged in the door. "Anastasia open this fucking door. Now!" I wiped my face and answered the door. "Why were you in here so long, huh?" Right then, he punched me in my face. I fell with my head nearly hitting the toilet seat. I heard him snicker as he began kicking me in my whole upper body. Everywhere from my face to my abdomen ached. "One day I'm going to throw you out stupid bitch!" With that he closed the door and I stayed on the ground. My body was still weak from the beating and lack of food. I felt my body start to weaken past a certain point, then I blacked out
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I was out for twenty minutes. It's sad that that was the only time I was at peace. I picked myself up and limped up the stairs, into my room. It wasn't shabby but I knew it could've been better. I wanted to rest myself, but I couldn't due to the throbbing pain flowing through my body. I looked around my room until I spotted a newspaper on my dresser. I was looking through the want adds. I continued scrolling my eyes up and down the paper until I found one. "MJJackson inc, get hired to be an assistant to Michael Jackson." I stopped there. "Okay, it's not that far from here, good pay, and how hard could being an assistant be?" I questioned. I called the business quietly. I've written down the directions that the secretary, who I'm guessing is Nicole, told me to go. My interview is at 9:00 am. I knew I was going to have to sneak out before any of my parents caught me. "I'm so fucking pathetic" I thought to myself. Having to sneak out of the house like I'm some damn teenager.I'm a grown woman. "This is the first step." I thought to myself.

I showered and began to change into my clothes. Before that, I admired my bruises and looked deeply at it. It was on its way turning into a black and blue. I sucked my teeth and quietly cursed at them as I slipped on my clothes. I laid quietly in my bed and attempted to drift off to sleep.

But, again, I failed miserably. I tossed and turn anxious to go to my interview. I have a plan to sneak out. But first, I have to change the time on their alarm clock.

I waited until 3 o clock in the morning to sneak in. I set the clock to alarm at "7:00" when it will really be 4:30. I tip toes into their room and made my way to the vanity, where the alarm clock was held. After I switched the time, I went back to bed. Around 4:45, I heard cursing and screaming! "Why is the alarm going off this early?" I heard my dad yell. "I don't fucking know, stop screaming... Go wake the girl up." My mother said. "No, let her rest a little, I saw her passed on the bathroom floor. She needs to sleep." I smiled because for once, my dad actually took me into care. I woke up at 6.

When I went downstairs, my parents were already sitting at the table. "Get me my cup of coffee!" My mom yelled. "Okay, I'll make you a cup to father." He nodded his head. As I made the coffee, I grabbed the handful of sleeping pills out of my pocket and dashed them into the coffee. I watched them dissolve into the dark liquid and stirred some sugar into it and handed it to them. After a while of watching them eat and drink their coffee, they slowly drifted off. I watched them until my moms head was almost in her plate and my dads face was on the table. I smirked to myself and enjoyed them being unconscious.

I looked to the clock in the kitchen. My smile began to fall as I saw it was 7 o clock. "Crap!" I ran up the stairs and into the shower. I came out and re straightened my hair. I looked in my closet and found a blue bottom down and black long pencil skirt, long enough to cover my legs. I wore a pair of my black heels and strapped them on my ankle. I turned my direction into the mirror. I began pulling my hair back into a high, tight ponytail. I grabbed some makeup and began putting foundation and concealer on my face. I looked some what presentable. I grabbed my bag, wallet, and phone and went back into the kitchen to fetch the car keys. I saw my parents both passed out in their chairs. "They'll be out for about 6 hours." I said as I smiled to myself, I quickly made myself out the door. Once outside, I smiled. "The first step." After I got myself in the car, I started driving.