The door was half open, it made her heart beat faster, adrenaline in her rush through her body. Qin Yang gulps in fear down her throat ' He is home? '

She push the door open a little more. The smell of reek alcohol enters her nose. The televison was switch on to a action movie programme, a man with a bottle in his hand and the other scratching his bulging stomach. Qin Yang held her breath to hide her presence from the disgusting man.

She swiftly and quietly run up to her room and close it shut. She heaved a sigh of relieve for her escape. She slides down the door, leaning against it. Qin Yang looks at the family picture beside her bed . A picture of a couple holding their daughter in their arms smiling happily. She walks towards it and pick it up, smiling sadly at it " Mama, what should I do? Papa isn't what he used to be anymore. Why did you have to go?"

At that moment, the room door open. Qin Yang heart drops to the floor ' s.h.i.+t! I forgot to lock the door! '

Qin Yang's mother died when she was in elementary school caused by leukemia. People around them shown the family grievances, she died too young. Ever since then, her father needed someone to blame for his late beloved wife's death and it was no other than his own flesh and blood daughter.

He slammed the door open, his drunk eyes look at his daughter. " Papa. You are drunk. You need to rest" Qin Yang tries to calm her drunk father but it only fuel rage and anger in him. He grabs her by the hand and yell " Don't tell me what to do! "

The man throws his daughter to the wall hard and started to kick her in the stomach violently " IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU THAT SHE IS GONE! IF YOU WEREN'T BORN SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE SO WEAK AND DIE SO PATHETICALLY "

She curled in pain on the floor and trying to breathe. He then grabbed her by the hair forcing her to stand, her weak legs tries to stand and she look at the angry man in front of her with tearful eyes, coughed out blood. Qin Yang wish this would all be over quickly. She braced herself when her father throw her onto her bed and ripped her uniform of her. " Father.. Please don't.. Please.. " her eyes full of fear , crying out for help as she watches her father remove his belt, pants and underwear one by one. 'Anything but this ' she s.h.i.+ver in fear.

The horror she thought that was about to happen came to life. He slammed into her, letting her scream in pain. For help. No one could help her, no one could hear her. Happy memories with her kind and loving father begin to disappear as each time he thrust. The monster in front of her is no longer her father. Slowly her body begin to gave away, her mind was blank, her eyesight begin to drown into darkness. The last thing she saw before she completely shut down was the picture next to her bed. The last family picture they took together.

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She didn't know when she woke up from the nightmare but her eyes were already wide open before she knew it. Her mind finally register that it is morning. She turn her head to the side and saw her school uniform scattered on the floor.

Qin Yang took a deep breath and wonder if all of it was an illusion but the image of a angry beast appeared in her mind. Her body s.h.i.+ver with fear. She knows she cannot stay another minute under this roof. Who knows it might happen again?

She tries to push herself to sit up, her lower body felt sore. Her shaking hands brush over the dry blood on her bed sheets. Qin Yang close her eyes tightly to forget the nightmare.

' Why did this happen to me... Mama... What did I do to deserve this..'

She force her weak body out of the bed but as soon as her feet touches the ground, she fell. She was too weak to move but she had too. She gather her strength once again to stand up and head to her bathroom. She look in the mirror at her horrible body, full with bruises. Qin Yang's tears fell as she brush lightly over her wounds that the disgusting man gave.

' I must go. I cannot stay here. Get yourself together, Zhou Qin Yang.'

The sight of the man made her feel dizzy, she quickly head to the toilet bowl and vomit. Somehow after she vomit, she felt better. Something in her spark. After she showered, she pull out a few pieces of paper and started writing.