D e a r M a t t
My father came home yesterday.
He hasn’t been home in almost a week.
It was horrible.
He was drunk, like he always is, and he beat Mum.
Again.
I should have helped her, but I just ran to my room and curled up in the corner, trying to shut everything out.
I’m such a coward (Problem #3 right there)
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Letters To You
Teen Fiction"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
