My bedroom door banged open last night at 7:32. She pulled me off my bed and threw me to the floor. She started hitting me. First she hit my back, then my ribs. She pulled me to my feet by the neck of my shirt. Once I was on my feet,I forced myself to cry. The sooner the tears come, the sooner it stops. It worked. she threw me to the ground one last time. She left, slamming the door behind her.
I laid there for a while and then got up and continued my homework.
Some people may be shocked at my calmness. I was used to it. This was normal.
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Concrete Angel
Teen FictionA little girl is abused by her mother. This child has to fight for her life. This is a story that I hope sends a message to you.
