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my heart pounded as he came towards me. my hands covered my face, for that was the only thing he hadn't hurt. he takes me into a deserted corner and begins to hit me. each causing more and more pain. as soon as my knees buckled he began to kick me. after a good 5 minutes he stops and spits on the ground next to me.
i lay there bawling. my entire body aches and i could barely move. the thought of cameron makes me cry even more. i slowly get up but am soon assisted by my sister. "nisa i keep telling you to stand up for yourself ." she says angrily. " i can't he's too strong." i cry. she stops and tilts my head up. " you don't belong here. you belong somewhere where you can become successful." she tells me. i nod looking down.
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when i walk down the steps into the kitchen i see my sister, anya on the laptop. " anya what are you doing?" i question as she is still on americanairlines.com
" nisa you're going to move to Los Angeles and become very successful, got it?" she demands. my pace quickens and i feel queazy.
" you can't come back until you have made enough money for a plane ticket." she explained. "-but anya, los angeles is an hour and a half away from here." i say worried. " but going on plane is far more expensive, and when you can afford a ticket, i know you've become successful." she says standing straight, with her chin up.
" goodbye nisa" she told me with no emotion, and that's when i knew these next years could get lonely.
