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"Why" dad yells "because i hate you" i yell walking out the door and making sure to slam it.

I climb up my old tree house me and my mom made when she was here. Ny dad says some one murderd her,but i know he killed her. Why? should you say. Well he hated her and abused her until her would be purple and black. I hate that human, he can die in a hole

"Finally your home" he slurs from drinking bottles and bottles of beer. There's glass all over the floor and clothes up and down the stairs "well i shouldn't have fucking came home" i yell down the stairs "get out then you un grateful bitch!!"he yelled coming up to me. I back up into my room and lock the door the grabing my black roses bag and puting all my things i would need for the night and jumping out the window into the garbage can.

"Here ya go room 214" the manager says handing me the sliver key. I walk out to the stairs and find room 214. I walk in to a room with a green bed with white flowers and a flat screen tv.

Its 12am and im getting sleepy as my phone keeps on going off.....




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