Pic of Charlottes dad
i climbed down the ladder to see my dad eating his food and talking to some other people. i knew tonight would be partially painless. i smiled at the thought of a painless night. They had dirty dishes on the table. I walked over hoping to make myself a small plate but instead saw no food. I sighed a lonely but hungry sigh. I grabbed the plates and the pot from the table and carries them to the sink. My dad is a little old fashioned so we don't have a dishwasher or microwave. I started the water and let it run so it could get warm. I clogged the sink and started washing. I herd the door shut and looked over hoping to see both men leave. Instead they had slammed the door on someone's face. I looked back at the living room and saw them talking in a hushed tone. after they were done talking i started walking to my bedroom in hope that my neighbor will be there. instead i heard someone yell my name. i looked back to see a drunk father and two other men staring at me with a devilish smile on all there faces.
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My abuser
Non-FictionIn the world that we live in now you get hurt. If anything one of your neighbors could be crying or getting hit at this very second. For me that's every second of my life. With the mysterious disappearance of my mother and horrible sickness of my gr...
