Happy days die...but some survive

She got home late this night. Even though she is eighteen now, he still acts like if she was a little child he could hold sway over. And the worst part is: She lets him do. Why admits she to let him do this to her? There is nothing good about being a victim and although everyone believes the opposite, she tried to get out of this situation. Everyone is thinking she was okay with it and it could not be that bad, if she does not do anything, but the only reason why she still lets this happen to her is pride and fear. Pride to show that she has broke down, pride to confess how hurt she really is. Because she knows he can take away everything from her, everything but her pride and dignity. And there is fear. A lot of fear, the strongest thing ever. Yes, what if she begs for help. Nothing can ever protect her from him. Even if anyone makes inquiries, it would be too hard to find any evidences and then she will be alone with him, his fist and his anger. No matter where she'd try to hide, he would find her. And so, it would be better just to hold on and wait for next year, when its time to move away for studies.
So she got home late this night. Not the first time, but he was still awake, drunk and angry - without any obvious reason why. But he needs no reason to hurt her. He stood up, stumbled towars her (in his drunk condition) and thrusted his 'little girl' that hard, that she fell agains the cupboard. Than he took her hands, almost smooshing them and pressed them agains the wood. 'You are hurting me, please, let me go' she said, but he didn't listend and just talked something disjointed she didn't understand. While her wrists almost got smooshed by his fists, he quickly turned around and knocked her down. With the cold, hard tiles under her shivering body, she felt that helplessy and weak like everytime he punched her down. Yanking on her hair, he shouted out many insulting, abusing and hurting words and she tried to fight. Get rid of his hands, tried to kick him away from her and to protect her face with her arm, but nothing worked. No screaming, no begging or crying made him stop. Just after the door shut with a loud bang, it was like he gathered his wits. Looking at his daughter, lying under his hands, shaking and crying with a bleeding nose, he stood up and while mumbling something unintelligible, he left the room.
She just lied there, waiting 'til it got dark in front of her eyes and the shadows took away the pain.