Drummer Girl (Prolouge)

Hello, my name is Rory Anne Lee. Let me tell you about myself. I have brown hair and brown eyes.
I have bruises and cuts on my back. Why? Well, you can say I didn't have a NORMAL childhood. I had what you called a messed up childhood. Lets start at the beginning shall we?
My mother has what you call leukemia or blood cancer. She's still alive, but not that well.
My father, well, he's another story. In short terms, he's was is an ABUSIVE-BASTARD. When I was about 13 or 14 years old, my mom would have to go to the doctor offices. So unfortunaly she had to leave me at home with him. He would work then come back home hitting me. He hurt me with anything you can imagined. Wipes, knifes, scissors, belts, and so on. He would always say things like, "Come here you little bitch.," or "Your small and I'm bigger than you.", and "Don't worry, I won't bite". Those were the worst years of my life. I never told my mom about him hurting. Why you may ask? It's because without him we didn't have food, without him we didn't have a roof over our heads, and without him we couldn't pay for my mom's treatments.
I love my mother with ALL my heart. She was an angel. She was nice to everyone and everything. She taught me to live my life to the limits. And to NEVER be afraid of anything or anyone.
One day, 'father' decided to hurt me like every damn day of my damn life. "Come here Rory...you can't hide forever..." My heart beating faster and faster. My head told me not to breathe harshly, but my heart said breathe breathe breathe. Tears shooting down my face. Today was worser than anyday. He had a gun. We were in the living room and I was hiding in the cupboard. Me, 16 year old Rory, in a cupboard, hiding for my life. The doors of the cupboard opens and out pops the devil. Questions floating around in my head.
'Why is he hurting me?'
'Why a gun?'
'What did I ever do to him?'
He grabbed my arms and pinned me to the walls. Shoved the gun at my heart and said,"Any last words you little bit-" He never got to finish the sentence. My mom had a short check up. She came up to him and started crying and asking why. He shot at her but missed. I escaped from his grasped and called 911. They came on time. And he was set to prison for 25 years. I never saw him again.
A couple months later, I fould this warehouse with a drum kit. Everytime my mom was out at the doctors I go there and play the drums. I've gotten really good at them. I was a natural. It really helped with my problems. Whenever I was mad I would bang on the drums HARD. And whenever I was happy or excited I would play an fast uptune beat. Drums was and still my ecstasy.
I am now 21 years old. And my past is behind me. I never told anyone about my secret. The only one who knows is my mom. I work as a waitress in a restaurant. The River Hut. It's a shitty job, but hey it pays the rent. This is the start of the story of my life.
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I hope you like the beginning. Please message if you like the story. Chapter 1 coming out soon!! This is what Rory looks like: