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"You can't keep doing this John!"
My mom screams at my dad.

"Stop what, breathing, living?" He yells back.

"Shhhhh, lala will hear us" my mom whispers.

"I don't care if that good-for-nothing brat can hear us!" He yells back as he slaps my mom.

Its almost every day that they fight;  even more often that my dad would slap her. I guess one day, he just pushed her over the edge.

"Lala, honny, pack all your close and meet me outside" my mom said in a hushed towne.

As I step outside, I hade a feeling this would be the last time we would leave, and I was right, we never came back.

With that I was on to a new life, a new home, a new dad. How I was going to get threw life, I didn't know. What conserend me at the time was that I was leave the drug addict, abuser father behind.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 16, 2015 ⏰

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