I see him there just staring at me with those eyes. "What the heck," he yells, " I work all day and no dinner. And I won't go get food, nor make it you ungrateful child." "I sorry" I whisper. "There are no sorry a no go get the belt." He says. I run not saying a word. I come back with the belt. He snatches it away from my hand. He whips like the fury from him is in the belt. And it crackles like as if every natural disasters were in the house. "It hurts" u yell,"Just please stop let me finish making dinner?" "Fine but if it isn't done by the time you ask, the whippings will leave marks." "Yes sir sorry. I mumble in a quiet voice." I mumble quietly."
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I go toned as I finished making dinner as he still drinks. He was worse when he drinks. So I try and go to sleep but you really can't when you know you're living with the devil. I soon her footsteps as i was about to fall asleep. I know it's him who else could it be.
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The journey that didn't lead back home
Teen FictionShe was tired of it. So she just decided to runaway but never will go back home. Or can she really ever find a place called home. Picture is mine
