Broken by the Bully

Chapter : 1. Introduction..

My name is Kizie Mayson, and I'm a 17 years old girl living in a rural area of New Jersey. I can gladly say that I am a nerd because I wear big round glasses, and I like to read books a lot. But my best friend Samantha always tells me that I am more beautiful than any of those fake Barbie doll girls at our school. I don't know why she says that because I am just a normal girl with a simple body, pale white skin, black waist-length hair, and dark brown eyes, although I look hideous with these glasses. But I'm okay with that because it keeps me away from any unwanted attention, especially boys. I just said that because I have enough tragedy at my home to handle.

Yeah! Tragedy...

My dad David Mayson is a construction worker, so we are basically poor. He is the cruelest man I have ever seen. He hits me, starves me, treats me like a slave for as long as I remember. My mother died when I was 11. After she died, my dad became ruthless, and he also wanted to stop my studies because he used to spend all of his salaries consuming alcohol and getting drunk. My study expenses were paid by my mom's house cleaning services salary until she died. She wanted to educate me as far as possible because she didn't get the chance to complete her studies due to her marriage with my dad.

“Dad please don't do this. I want to study, I love to study. I promise I'll do anything you say, please dad please....” I beg him crying my heart out.

“ If you don't stop whining about it right now, I swear I'm going to sell you to some prostitution service and get rid of you forever.” — this was his exact word. At that time I didn't know what prostitution service was, but I knew it was something bad. I had no choice…

After few months of mom's death, dad gets remarried to Susan, who is a divorced Young lady with an 8-year-old daughter and quite a big bank balance. When she entered our family my home turned into a living hell for me. Every day she provokes my dad, lies to him, and accuses me of something I never did so that he could beat me near death. She hates me and treats me like a slave, she gave me a room in the attic to live, which is the scariest room of our house at night.

Instead, all of this I am actually grateful for her to let me continue my studies. And my stepsister Liza is not that bad. She tries to help me sometimes, but she is also scared of them. Although they never even shout at her. I love her just like my own sister because I always wanted a sibling. Instead of all this hatred, I always try my best to get some parental love from them. But I'm hell scared to live in my own house now. It's not a house anymore, it has turned into a prison for me...