I'm here, shuddering. Louisa comes in, I give her a hug. My arms are still weak but I manage to still clasp my hands around her "Are you alright Hettie?" she asks,
"Did Dad hurt you?"
"No, well not much"
"Let me see", I let her see the bruises and the mark on my forehead, "Dad did hurt you!", stay there while I get the sudocreme.
She gets the sacred sudocreme, I take some of the it and dab it on my bruises, scratches and scars.
"Thanks" I say to her and smile,
"You're welcome" she replies.
"I wish we went to school, don't you?" I say,
"Yeah, then we'd be safe. Safe from Dad" Louisa adds,
"I'm sick of this abuse too. We have to find a way out." I say,
"But the doors are locked and Dad has the keys." Louisa says,
"We could steal them from him" I suggest,
"But he puts them in his pocket and he's a light sleeper."
"Well there must be a way."I say,
"Yes there must."
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Blue-eyed tears
أدب المراهقينHettie and Louisa started life being loved and cared for, but when their mum gets cancer and dies, their dad starts drinking and doing drugs to ease the pain and Hettie and Louisa face abuse almost every single day. But soon things will change...
