Moving

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I came home from school and slipped up to my room. Then my dad called me downstairs. Bracing myself for another rough night, I walked out into the living room. "Shelby. We need to talk". Now lets clarify something. When he says that we need to talk, it normally ends up with more cuts, and abrasions. "Do you like Nebraska"? Wait. Are we having a normal conversation? "No. Everyone is mean to me, we live in the middle of nowhere". "Well guess what. We're moving". I look at his hands, and the belt is out. "Where to sir". "Somewhere that you might like. We leave right after you graduate". Being a senior, it's super important that I graduate here. I don't want to move to a new school, learn everything again, and then graduate. It just gets really difficult. "Ok. I have to go do my homework. May I be excused". "No. You see what I have right now".

Time skip because I can

I crumpled onto the floor. When my father finished, he would leave me there, maybe for an hour. I got up and made dinner. Beef stew, one of his and my favorites. I then walked up to my room to do my homework. After finishing my final paper of the year, I then realised it was almost 10 o'clock and I had school in the morning. Slipping under the comforter, I began to settle in for a night of pain. A normal thing after being abused that day.

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