The pear tree..

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Lena is wanting to go outside under their dead pear tree in their front yard. Covers in bruises, and scars from her step-father hitting her when he was intoxicated on vodka and whiskey. He says he never had no control over what happens, and sometimes even says it never happened, but isn't he the one who drink the weird substance? Lena shakes with terror in her eyes, as he tells her not cry. Lena is only 11 years old and she has been through so much. So much agony, so much pain, so much terror. She just wanted to run away, to a place where he couldn't find her. she has tried everything to get away, even so close to death. But luckily a neighbor found her hanging from that same dead pear tree with a jump rope around her neck. Everyone notices her bruises, and the look in her eyes, but everyone is afraid including Lena. Afraid of what he does. Afraid of what he thinks. Afraid of the things he can do. All she wanted to do was go to a place when everything was a better. A live pear tree, no bruises or scars, no raggedy clothing, so that the kids would stop making fun of her at school, and all the books she can get. She goes to the library as often as she could when her step father goes to work. He would work and work and come home to the books. He would get upset when he would see the books, calling her stupid, and throwing these hard covered books at her. Lena was not stupid. With no one to teach her about life she learned things. Useful things. Things like making food, or cleaning or even learning. But soon, she would need to leave everything behind and travel to a new place across the country, a new family, an have the life she deserved.

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