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"what is this?"

i stared down at my feet.

"y/n, look at me when i speak with you."

slowly, i raised my head up to meet my father's eyes.

in his hand he held the test results he received from the school.

"how come you're not doing well in school?"

i can't focus on school in a house full of yelling.

"i'm sorry... it was a really difficult subject this time..."

a loud slap sounded, and my face was turned the other way and my cheek was red and stinging. tears formed in my eyes as i slowly lowered my head to the floor again.

"that is nonsense! i do everything for you, yet you cannot even do well in school? what kind of future are you expecting, living like this?"

another slap sounded, this time to my arm and it stung worse than the first.

my mother was nowhere to be seen, probably locking herself up in her room.

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it was raining outside, just to my luck.

i sat on the ground, trying to control my rapid and quick breaths. my heart was beating violently in my throat and i felt like throwing up and fainting simultaneously. i could bet that bruises were forming in my arms, waist and cheek. i couldn't tell the difference between my tears and the rain pouring down on me and further wetting my dirty clothes.

i was thrown out of my home by my father. it was not an uncommon punishment i experienced by him. i don't know what point he's trying to prove by doing this, but it's clearly not helped or improved my grades. if anything, it just makes them worse and makes me feel worse.

it's night. i'm alone, soaked and bruised up and only wearing my school uniform.

 i can't involve the police. i'd rather die than get my parents in trouble that way.

they're my parents. who else do i have if they're not there anymore? no one.

the thought made my tears increase and a sob leave my throat.

i couldn't stay here where i can't hide from the cold and rain. i'll get sick.

i shakily stood up, feeling my body tremble and shiver from the cold. i fought a sniffle as i trudged through the empty streets of the neighborhood. i'll find somewhere to take shelter then return the next day. usually these punishments only last for a night. my parents aren't cruel enough to fully kick me out of the house.

the sound of dogs loudly barking snapped me out of my thoughts, and i quickly ran out of the area. i couldn't let anyone see me like this.

i walked and walked, with no destination in mind, making sure to avoid any shady alleyways or stores. i hugged my body tightly, trying to create any warmth to help with my shaking and trembling.

i usually just stay near the house when things like this happen, but with the rain, i can't do the same this time.

a cough forced itself out of my throat and i sniffled once more and my eyelids were growing heavy. the cold and exhaustion was getting to me.