After she died my father wept as if he loved her (which we all know is a load of shit). He then began to drink and do drugs. The drugs number any emotion he had, and he became heartless and cold. The alcohol made him angry and abusive. He soon decided I was the only one left for him to take his abuse out on.
As I said I was 5 at the time. It's now been 9 years, I'm 14.
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Survival
RandomDonna a girl who had to make her own name is abused her cherished brother moved away her mother commited suicide she is only left with her drunk drug addict abusive father she cannot handle this until she meets a boy that helps her through the most...
