Mom,
You punched me, you kicked me, and you called me names. You hit my head with your empty beer bottle, you told me to leave, and when I tried you yelled, "I'm not done with you!" You're drunk and I know it, I know you don't realize what you're doing, and I try to run away, but you always bring me back, I'm your punching bag.
It's all normal.
YOU ARE READING
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Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
