Baby Girl

"You are mine you hear me?

My mother's husband Phil asked? "Yes." I said back disgusted

. "Yes, what?"

He asked smiling evilly.

"Yes, Daddy."

I said threw my teeth. I'm starting to feel sick. But I will not throw up.

"Good Girl."

He kissed me hard and sloppy and walked away. Okay, I may just throw up. This shit has been happening since the damn fifth grade when I started to get tits and hip and an ass. My mom knows but is too" in love" to stop it. So I'm taken shit into my own hands. I'm leaving tonight.

I've been saving up all of my money from my job at Hooters (I'm only 16 but I look like I'm 25), so I have 5,000 pounds. I'm going to my dad's tonight and leaving Georgia for good. I'm never coming back

I am going to go to my real daddy's place back in my hometown of La Push Washington, and I will be happy for once since I was 13 and my mama moved me away. I start to write a letter to my mom and her pervert husband but decide it's too dramatic thing for me to do, so instead I pack up most of my shit and lay down. I start to think about these last four years. I had two friends both men and that was it.

All the girls I knew were mean and talked shit about me because I was "prettier" than them. I had long brown curly hair that ended right before my ass. I have Big light brown eyes that change colours depending on my mood. My lips were full and pinkish red. My body is curvy. I have full hips and as one of my best friends, Derek say's a "juicy booty" which is what Derek calls me.

I don't see why these girls are so rude to me though cause I never say anything mean to them, but whatever.

Fuck them. My other best friends Spencer says just to ignore them. Most of the time I do. Derek says to beat their ass, which the other times I do. I love Spence and Derek so much; they are so nice and caring. I told them I'm leaving and they tried to get me to tell them why, but I couldn't because it's not their problem.

They said they would visit me during my spring break. I told them that I would call them once I got a cell phone. I miss them so much. I'm getting teary eyed. I got to stop thinking about them. I get up and grab my three bags. I grabbed Phil's car keys and drive to the bus station.

After I got on the bus and bought my ticket, this man sat down next me and started talking. We talked the whole time and during the last half hour. He asked for my number.

"Umm, I don't think that would be a good idea."

I said.

"Oh, why not?"

He asked.

"I'm only sixteen that's why."

"Oh…"

He said. We didn't speak for the rest of the bus ride. Before I got off he grabbed my arm and said

"I don't care if your 16 I still want your number"

The man said suddenly. Goddamn the man could not take a hint. I took out a pen and piece of paper. I wrote: Bella's # 1- aYOU'RE-AN- ASSHOLE. And handed it to him and walked away. I took a cab to my dad's house. I haven't seen him in so long. I missed him so much. Once I got to the house I knocked on the door. He answered.

"Bella?"

"Hey daddy..."

A.N

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