I had hoped for so long it wouldn't end like this.
I'd tried hiding it, denying who I was, and making myself fit in, but in the end his words proved right.
'Freak! Pervert! No little cock sucker is a son of mine.'
The words had hurt worse than the beating, but the real pain had come from seeing the look of cold- nothing, in my mom's eyes as he did it.
I looked down at my blood stained dress, and laughed- at least my mutilation meant I'd die a girl.
I stepped off the edge, smiling as I fell.