"Stop" I beg another hit flashes across my back

" please"

"I" hit "told" hit "you" hit "not to talk in school"

The belt flashes across my back. My crys fall into the bed where I am staped down and bet.

"Ok I will....just please..."

The belt goes down for good measure one last time. Sure to leave a mark. Why why.

Every sense my mother decided she had better things to do with her life then take care of me, I had to stay with my aunt...and lets just say its the worst thing that has happened to me.

At least thats what I thought.

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