Chapter 2

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•5 days later•

"Oh joy time to go to my moms house so I can get the shit beat out of me"I thought to myself as I walked home from school. It's been 2 weeks since I've been to my moms and I'm still not looking forward to it I still have the bruises from last time from Shawn. I got home and went to my room and packed my things. My charger makeup clothes medication and my trusty old razor blade my only friend.

•3 hours later•

My dad is driving me to my moms he doesn't know what happens there no one does. We arrived at my moms I walked in and there was drunk Shawn waiting for me. He dragged me into my room and threw me against the wall and started choking me and then I heard him whisper in my ear " your mom says your still failing math looks like I'm gonna have to teach you another lesson" I gasped for air and then he let go I was laying on the floor trying to breathe when he grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. Tears are running down my face as he forced me to look at him. All I can see is anger in his eyes and then I felt the impact of his hand against my face as I fell to the floor I thought "that's gonna leave a mark" and then I felt him kick my ribs over and over. He continued beating on me until I was laying on the floor motionless because I couldn't move I laid there the rest of the night crying "I just wanna be dead" I thought to myself.

Sorry it's short probably still isn't that great

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