Dear Diary, August 29th, 2014
I went to see my mom this morning. It was really nice to just sit and talk to her. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to her until I was sat in front of her tombstone. I took my time coming home, enjoying the sun on my face. A surprise awaited me when I opened the front door of my house, a fist. My father reeled back and hit me again sending me tumbling to the floor. I heard the door slam shut and the rush of fingers to remove his belt. My throat tightened up and my eyes filled with un-fallen tears. All I could hear was a whooshing sound then searing pain across my back. Why ... The belt was set on repeat as it collided with my soft skin. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered for him to stop, not having the energy to talk any louder. Once it was all over he sent a fierce "slut" my way and walked out. Standing up on unsteady legs I hobbled up to my room. I had a lot of healing ahead of me ...
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