Message Sixteen

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"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Mom screamed at me, spitting on me. I back up against the wall, my body trembling in fear.

Her face was red with rage that every vein popped outwards under her skin. Sweat covered her forehead, she gritted her teeth.

She grabbed me by the hair and threw me at the door. The doorknob hit me so hard that I started to black out.

She left the room so I crawled over to my phone which was lying on the floor.

My whole body ached with every move.

Ring...
       Ring....
              Ring...

Derrick I need you, please answer.

Ring.....

"Hi Aubrey."

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