the flashback

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"Yes?" I answer.

"Is it true your mother abuses you?"

"Yes"

"For how long has she?"

With that I went back in time.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" My dad screams at my mom.

"Shhhh. She's trying to take a nap." My mom replies back referring to me.

"I REALLY DONT CARE!"  Then something broke then my mother started crying. "BYE BITCH IM LEAVING!" He yelled.

I walked down stairs to my mother who had many bruises and a black eye. We was bleeding. My dad smashed a bottle on her head.

"Mommy where's daddy going?" My young self asked.

"I don't know or care honey."

This happened a lot so I thought he was gonna be back by tomorrow. Later that night we got a call. My mother angrily slammed down the phone and broke down in tears.

"What's wrong mom?" I asked her.

"Your father is dead." And from that day on she got into alcohol and drugs. She abused me under two years later, on my 6th birthday.


*back to reality*

"Helloooooo?" The officer asked.

"Since I first turned 6." I replied.

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