"NOOOOOO!!!" I yelled as I tried to escape his grip. Why would my father do this to me? I asked myself. He had a belt in his hand and his eyes full of rage. I knew he had been drinking again because i could smell the alcohol on his breath as he was yelling and screaming.
After he had hit me with the belt a couple of times i managed to escape and ran downstairs. I grabbed my coat and ran outside crying. I hadn't been crying because my father had just hit me, but because this was the same thing every time he drank. If only i could find a way to get my fathet help I would have his love and affection just like old times.
I didn't know where to go. I didn't have any friends at school and i deffenitly didn't have a boyfriend. As I was walking around a car almost hit me.
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Romancewhen i was younger i was physically abused..... till someone came and gave me the warmth i needed. I couldn't believe who came to save me from that horrific nightmare
