He started taking of his belt from his pants, this is exactly what i'm used to seeing over and over again.
I've been used to this ever since I was a small child.
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I sat there steady after he was finished.
I had my head resting on my arms which were resting on my knees.
The pain was so intense.
I can feel the little bit of blood pouring out of the wounds that he had made. The worst ones.
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I blamed myself for this incident.
How could I be so stupid as to had let this happen?
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When I got tired of crying, and finally calmed down.
I went upstairs.
Of course I had cleaned the mess, and re-cooked for him before I left.
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I went in my room, and locked the door behind me as I usually do.
I threw myself to the floor, and started crying more.
Eventhough i'm used to the beatings, for some reason I keep getting weaker and weaker each time.
I used to be able to handle it and though it out, but I guess i'm in the point now where I just can't take it anymore.
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I got in a position where I was curled up in a ball.
As I finished crying, I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier....
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*********************************************( 7 years ago )*************************************************
"Mom, where do I put these boxes?"-my little sister asked.
"In the first room upstairs to your right sweetie"-mom replied.
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My mom, little sister, and I were settling in our new home, I remember most of it because it was the only happy time of my life. Even if I was only 9 years old at the time.
The town we came from was about 3-5hrs away called Anaheim located in California.
That's right, i'm an L.A girl.
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