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"D-Daddy s-stop!" I cried as Daddy hit me with his belt again. I ran into my room once he stopped and hid in my closet. My name is Y/n and I'm 9 years old. I hugged my blanket and rocked back and forth. I missed my mommy. I cried into my blankie. I just want a hug. I just want a real family... I heard daddy yelling at me from outside the door. I pulled my blankie closer, shaking. I started to sing one of my favourite songs. "w-wake up in the middle of t-the semi of t-the night w-with some tears on my p-pillow a-and there's blood on my k-knife-" I got interrupted by police sirens. My eyes widened as I heard the front door break down. I heard people screaming. "FBI!" And other things. I heard my bedroom door break down and I backed up as they opened the closet. I cried. "M-MOMMY!" The people who broke the door down put their guns down. One of the people picked me up. I was hugging my blanket and my teddy. "p-please don't hurt m-me" I begged. He shook his head. "I'm gonna get her outside..." He said. He put me in a police car and I was taken to a foster home.
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Little Soldier (Adopted By Da Kurlzz)
FanfictionMatt had recently gone through an extremely bad breakup fight... Like, REALLY bad. So bad that she had hit him. After being depressed for a few days, he decided that he would adopt a child from a local orphanage to help him through his depression. W...
