Don't Hurt Me

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my dad had been abused when he was little so I guess he thought it would be fun to abuse me and my mother it lasted for at least 14 years. and I wanted to get out of that life so I ran.
I ran till I couldn't run any more. I ran for about an hour till a very nice car was driving by and when I saw that it was slowing down I ducked down into the woods starting to climb a tree when I heard him say " hey are you ok ,why are you out here by yourself." I got out of the tree and just standing there i sat down and started crying. The boy walked up to me and sat next to me and when he touched me, i flinched he looked at me and said" hey its ok my name is dean what's yours." I looked at him with scared and sad eyes and he said "its OK you don't have to tell me." Than a taller man came up and I  thought it was my dad so i jumped and dean said " its OK that's my dad." I looked at him and asked" can I stay with y'all for a couple days" dean helped you up while saying " yes you can" as we walked back to there car i heard mydads truck and i hid behind dean he turned around and said " what's wrong" i looked at the truck and said " that's my dad I ran away cause he was hitting me and my mom ." john had heard what I said and turned around and said "its OK we won't make you go back." I smiled but then ran to the small black car dean got out of and then i heard the truck stop right by the car I was hiding behind and then I heard my dad say " have y'all seen a girl around here she's about your boys height and she has long black hair her name is christina " dean said no sir we haven't but we will keep our eyes peeled for her" and when the truck pulled away you let out a sigh in relief. Than you heard the front door of the car open to see the most beautiful lady you have ever seen and she just looked at you and said " let me open the door for you sweetie. I climbed in the car and dean got in next to me and pointed to the little boy in the booster and said that's my 6year old brother Sam.

Deans point of view
As we were heading home from the hospital after my brother had had a cast put on his arm from breaking it I saw this girl she looked to be about my age and I said dad stop I think that girl needs help my dad nodded and stopped the car but before we stopped she had run off into the trees and I jumped out of the car and went to find her when I found her she was about climb a tree and I asked her if she was OK and why she was out in the woods by herself and she got out of the tree she looked at me then sat down and started to cry so I waked over and tryed to put my arm around her to calm her down but she flinched away and I said its ok my names dean what's yours she looked at me with suck sad ,scared and beautiful brown eyes. She didn't answer so I told that it was OK and that she didn't need to tell me. Then my dad came up and she jumped and hugged me and I said its OK that's just my dad. She calmed down and I helped her up and we were walking back to the car and I thought she was beautiful with her gorgeous long black hair and her lushes lips that I despretly wanted to kiss as I was thinking that she hid behind me. I turned around and asked her what was wrong and she told me that truck was her dad and that she had ran away because he was hitting her and her mom. My dad must have heard what she said because he walked up to us and said its ok we won't make you go back if you don't want to. She then ran to our car and hid behind it and the truck pulled up and I quickly looked at her but she didn't see me she looked so scared. When the truck pulled up the driver asked us if we had seen a girl around and he described her then he said her name was christina. I told the man that we haven't seen her and that we would keep our eyes peeled for her. He drove off and my mom opened the door for me and christina. She got in first and I got in after her and I pointed to Sam and said that's my 6 year old brother Sam. I really wanted to hold her hand but I didnt

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