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I never thought I would be abused, but when my Dad died and my mom remarried, I experienced more than I needed.

I remember the pain of losing my Dad, though it would be hard for any 8 year old to get over a parent's death, I found it even more hard. It was one of the few times he actually picked me up from school.

A car flew at us and bam, he was gone forever. It didn't help when my mom got cancer when I was eleven After a lengthy amount of treatments, they reduced her cancer to the size of a pea.

My Mom remarried soon after the reduction of the cancer, hoping to bring her and I some new joy, but a few months after the wedding, her cancer had spread killing her in a matter of months.

When my mom had been at the hospital, my stepdad started beating me for practically everything.

My mom and I were both living in pain, but she didn't know. I didn't tell her, I couldn't. It would only bring both of us more pain. After she died, I got hit more and more, for no reason.

4 years later my stepdad remarried and I hoped my stepmother would bring hope, but all she did was verbally and sometimes physically abuse me.

It only got worse every year, so I started thinking about my options: I could work through the pain, kill myself, or run away.

Working through the pain would be pointless and i didn't have the courage to end my life, so that brought me to one thing

running away.

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