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"Useless"

"Where were you!" my dad said angerly. I was out I through my bag on the hook and ran up the stairs. He grabbed my arm pulled my close to him and started yelling at me. I was fighting him back to get his hands off me. "Fuck off ya prick" I yelled. And that's what set him off he hit me and splashed his beer on me. My mom watching and crying. I was screaming on the floor in tears. I mom was trying to get him off me he then pushed my mom against the wall. Fighting back and forth I ran up stairs in my room, crying scared and I looked in the mirror and seen my eye swollen and bloody. I fell to the floor in a ball crying. My good night ruined. My nice make up warn off. My nice dress soaked with beer. My dad and mom were fighting down stairs I locked my door and I cleaned my bloody face up. I replayed the words my father says to me all the time. "Good for nothing" "useless" "a mistake" the list basically goes on and on. Fucking prick. I fell asleep on the cold floor from crying.

I woke up the next day from my father yelling at my mom I snuck out I was suppose to meet Harry later that day I grabbed a dress and flats and my make up stuffed it in my bag. I it ready and the gas station down the road I covered my face up pretty good I'll just tell him I fell. Or something. Hopefully he believes me.