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      "Again! Again?" he said, angrily. I started crying and getting frustrated. I'm so sick and tired of being beat by him. I couldn't do this anymore. I'm so tired of guys using me for sex. I'm tired of Dedrick using me for money. I want and need to get out of here. He picked me up out of the bed, while I was kicking and trying so hard to get out of his arms, but he had a tight hold on me. I could tell that he's been drinking, while I was pretty much about to get raped. You could smell all in his breathe. Now I know that the beating is going to be worse than ever, because the alcohol is in his system. I threw back my elbow into where his ribs are located and took a run for it, and I got as far as the living room. He grabbed my hair back and jerked me back into his arms, "Dedrick, stop!" I yelled. He stopped, because there was a knock on the door. 

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