chapter 2: falling apart

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I remember when I was at my aunt Dorothy house and ken had left and I was doing my math homework and everyone knows I suck at math I remember ken had walked in the door with this angry look on his face so I waited until he was settled and looked calm, he was sitting on the chair next to the TV everyone else was outside or upstairs "can you check my homework" I asked ken, (before I go on know  I was only in 1st grade and I was short and skinny) and out of no where he punched me in my chest and yelled no and walked away. I felt my eyes fill with tears and I started screaming and crying and ken came back in the living room with a belt telling me to stop crying and yelling he finally stopped when my aunt came in the living "whats going on?" She asked and ken says "she's getting a whooping" my aunt looked at me and said "you need to stop getting in trouble" "I didn't do anything wrong this time" I said but she didn't listen because I was always lying and getting into trouble. It was time to leave I went to wake up my sister and we came back down stairs together "Jane go get in the car" ken said, I had went to go get my back pack from the living room and before we left ken  looked at me and said "you better not tell your mom or anyone what happened or I'll do it again"...

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