This is an old story (early 2000s I think, but maybe older) that I have copied from an old physical copy. I have plenty more to post, so hopefully people will like this even though it's maybe not quite up to my current standards of writing. I have made some changes from the original, but mainly just grammatical corrections etc...
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ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE OVER 18!
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I couldn't believe it, the first time I ever tried to take money from my mother's purse, my father caught me red-handed. He told me quietly to put it back and said that he would deal with me later. I shakily returned the twenty pound note and crept off to my bedroom, absolutely terrified about what my father might have in store for me.
The time dragged by until eventually it was nearly midnight. I decided to go to bed and was just getting undressed when I heard the door open behind me. Despite spending the entire evening worrying about what my father would do to punish me, I still couldn't help blurting out a typical 'teenage' remark as he entered.
"Don't you know how to knock?" I said with my T-shirt still half over my head.
My father ignored my comment and stood menacingly in the doorway, while I pulled my T-shirt back down in an attempt to cover myself up.
"Don't anger me any more than you already have Gail," he said. "I've been thinking about what you've done all evening and I have decided that it would be best not to tell your mother. She has enough to deal with at the moment as it is, and she doesn't need any more stress from you."
I sighed with relief at this but still wondered what my father intended to do, because clearly he wasn't going to drop this.
"So unfortunately that rules out giving you jobs to do... which means I need to take a more hands-on approach."
As he said this he began to feed his belt through the loops in his trousers and I began to panic.
"You can't be serious," I said, staring at the belt in his hands.
"Oh yeah, I'm serious all right."
"But... you can't."
"We'll see about that."
I fell back on that staple of feminine defence and tried to appeal to his paternal nature by affecting a little-girl voice.
"Please Daddy, please don't hit me."
He was moving towards me now and I started to back away. I felt vulnerable, partly because I only had on my pants, bra and T-shirt.
"Stop messing me about Gail, you're going to what you deserve whether you like it or not."
I could smell the Whisky on his breath and I knew that he had been hitting the bottle a bit this evening, probably working up the courage to deal with his miscreant daughter.
I was now backed into a corner and my father was moving ever closer. I wanted to scream but didn't dare.
"Come here!" Spat my father, though clenched teeth.
I had no choice but to walk towards him and immediately felt him grab my arm and push me onto the bed. I tried to scrabble off the other side but he was too quick and held me firm. I tried one last time to avoid the beating that I knew was coming.
"Please don't hit me Daddy, please don't hurt your little girl..."
He laughed heartlessly.
"Don't come that little girl shit with me Gail, you're nearly nineteen... it doesn't wash anymore."