No Place like home

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Monday 2:30 a.m.

I woke up and lifted my head to see his body on top of me ."Ouch"I tried to wiggle out but I winced in pain my body hurt from last night.He was too strong for my small body.I tried again but it was no use, my body was weak. But I didn't want him to wake up or didn't want to be late for school so I had to fight through the pain.I tried to wiggle out wincing every time I moved

"Mmhh..where you going" he grabbed my arm firm and hard but his eyes were closed

I was hesitant and scared but managed to say out the words"I....I....I need to get ready for..for school"he let me go and I rubbed on my hand on my wrist

He slapped me on my ass as I got out of the master bed room limping to the bathroom.My body hurt like hell every time I limped.As I got in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror man I looked horrible I wanted to scream.Bruises all over my body turning purple on my skin.I slowly peeled my bra off and bottoms,turned the shower and sat on tub with the hot steaming water falling on me.Sobbing and crying my eyes off.My life is terrible...ain't nothing perfect about.

I quickly rubbed my body with some cheap dove soap I brought for 50 cents at the corner store and rinsed myself.If I passed the 4 minute rule Frank rule gave me to take a shower then I'll learn the consequences but you know without him I would be on the streets and maybe dead.

I hurried up and closed the water and got out the small tub which I was really tall for and grabbed my towel.It was nothing special or fancy about were I was living small cramped up apartment building living in ghetto neighborhood .

 With barely any food to eat.I tiptoed quickly in my tiny little room so I don't wake up Frank and closed the door quietly. I got on a pair of underwear and bra and jumped in one of my washed of pair of jeans and a white t-shirt .I dried my curly hair and putting it in a messy ponytail out also grabbing my red big jacket to cover my bruises.I looked in my bag to make sure I had everything to school zipping it up opening the door make sure not making any noise and running out the house.

Here I go to another place I call hell on my list..welcome to Washington Heights High School. (fake schools)



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