Help her, Save her

Help her to What? Be smarter in class, try to stop swearing but no help her to be strong and defend her-self. Save her because shes suffering, she needs help, saving and someone who understands her and what she goes through. Not like some stubby old guy with yellow trousers and after 3 and a half minuets he thinks he knows her. Not someone like that actually knows her back. But her friends are all spoilt rich girls, buying $300 jeans. Everyday the same thing happens with her father. She thinks as he hits her harder and harder, while the long black belt slaps her she thinks. Why am I even here if all I want to go is leave? Every time the tears roll down her face is the same as when her father rolls up his sleeves before he beats her till she cant get up. And the same when after he unzips his pants, when she barely conscious. No-one knows because her father knows his little daughter is to scared thats she cant fight back. The next couple of week past by and more and more burses come and go. Until one day she decides she has had enough and takes self-defence classes. Next day sleeves roll up so was her anger so, when her father hit her she finally gave the courage to hit him back. Till he gets out his gun and shoots her 3 times in the head. As she lies there half dead her blood all over the walls and her. She thinks her last though. Why was I mad in the first place I wanted to go in the first place I wanted to go and f**king leave so? Did I really want to leave knowing hell do it to someone else and knowing what he had done to me?