Sometimes the wind pushes your life in a different direction then intended... I guess that's just the way life is...
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"Taylor! We have to go!"
Pushing myself off of my beanbag chair I headed downstairs. Why did my life have to be like this? Heading off to defend your father in court... Most 16 year old girls lives consist of dating and sports. Me? I spent my days dragging myself through school... Being pushed around, being called slut, bitch, and so much more, and trying to put up a smile through the tears. I guess someway down the rode a broken piece of me fell through the cracks. And now where am I? Suicidal, abandoned, mistreated, and most importantly unloved. I shouldn't be defending him. He deserves to rot in jail, but mother is making me.
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"Miss Kraton... Did your father ever physically abuse you?"
Yes! Everyday day! This was my chance to put him in jail. This was my chance to keep him away, but mother threatened. If I testified against him I would be beaten... Badly.
"N-no"
I blew it...
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Broken Pieces
Teen FictionNot all of us can reach for the stars, some of us have to stay here down on earth. I guess I'm one of those broken people, my heart shattered around me. Did I have a reason to live? Or am I just a body full of broken pieces?
