Thanks for the memories

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I sit there trying to think.
Why is this happening.
Maybe if I make enough of a ruckus,
Then someone might hear me..
I hope they do because I need them...
They make me happy..




but Kyle.


I can't leave him..
I stumble as I stand up and purposely crash to the floor.

"You clumsy sl#t! Be quiet!" Father growls at me.

I crawl to my closet which is right by the door.
I hear a door opening..
Laurence..!?
Oh thank the lord..

I stand up and throw myself into my closet door which gave out and broke.

oops..

I then hear footsteps running down the hall.
It sounds like I woke up more than one person..
The more the better I guess..
Not the time for jokes Y/n! Not the time!

Father looks panicked and angry.
He grabs me by my hair and drags me to the window.
I struggle to get out of his grip.
But I managed to weave myself out of the death trap I call my father and crawl as fast as I can to the door.

I hear a loud bang on the door as it shakes violently.

I scream but the belt has muffled it.
I'm sure they heard it though..

"Y/N! ARE YOU OK? WHAT'S HAPPENING!? I'M COMING IN!" Laurence screams as he crashes against the door once more.

I forgot father was behind me and he kicks me in my back.
I wail in pain and I can feel hot tears streaming down my face..
A screeching pain in my back tells me he must have made more than just a bruise..

I fall almost limp as I'm in pain and he drags me once more.
As father starts to pull me out the window Laurence crashes through the door and falls to the ground.
He looks up and sees father pulling me out the window.

"Help... Help me.." I say running out of breath..

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