{sorry i haven't been updating guys.}
"hello andrea."
"hi."
"you've been acting out these past couple days and i called your father. he said he will be home today."
"he'll be- be home?"
andreas eyes widened.
"yes andrea, he just wants to help you."
she scoffed.
"that's the best lie i've ever heard close to i'm ok."
"why don't you think your father wants to help you?"
"reasons."
"andrea you can tell me anything."
"what if i told you my father beats me."
the room fell quiet, as a tear fell from her eye.
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
