I was never the perfect child, but I still knew the difference between wright and wrong. When I was seventeen years old my mother said that I had to leave, she beat me called me and insolent brat and then pushed me out the door, while my father was laying on the floor to drunk to move, and my uncle being the manipulative jerk that he is was trying to tell me that moving out would be ok but I think that he just wanted to get rid of me.
They beat me until they thought I was unconscious but I was just to hurt to move. So that was my family.
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General FictionAudrey is thrown out of her home in New York she decides to explore the world but every where she turns she sees her abusive mother her alcoholic father, and her manipulative uncle. Will she ever be safe?
