I changed it a little if you have already read it....
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I heard the crash of an all too familiar sound from down the stairs. My small feet descended down the flight of wooden stairs, the same stairs I was thrown down not too long ago. I hid around the corner, watching my father hit my mother multiple times. I just sat and watched, too shaken to do anything about it. I didn’t really understand what was happening, daddy just kept hitting mommy as she screamed for him to stop. I looked to the floor, seeing glass shattered and liquor all over the tiled floor. Mommy’s scream started to hurt my ears as a tear flowed down my face.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she cried, hitting my daddy back with less and less force with every hit.
Daddy’s eyes found my own and he stopped. I quickly slipped back around the corner, hoping he wouldn’t come for me, not again.
I heard my mommy’s body drop to the floor; her whimpering could be heard as I silenced myself. His footsteps grew louder until he turned the same corner I was hidden in. He started screaming words I didn’t know. Tears flowed out my eyes and down my cheeks. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the couch. He picked me up with a handful of my blond hair in his large fist. I cried out as he threw me to the floor. My mommy’s scream erupted through the house as he beat me to a small pulp
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My body shot up out of the small mattress, my head beaded in sweat. I looked over to my clock on the small desk beside my bed. 3:48 a.m. I shook my head, getting rid of the horrible flashback from when I was almost 8 years old. I flung the duvet off my body, moving my legs to the side of the bed.
The carpet was cold as well as the air surrounding my heated body. I scampered off into my tiny living room, keeping all the lights in the house off. I switched the TV on and pressing the little red Netflix button on the remote. I searched for the Vampire Diaries, clicking on season 1. I clicked on the first episode, knowing it from beginning to finish. I turned the volume down, so my mother wouldn't wake up. My favorite show started, having Stephan talk in his deep voice I loved.
While the show was playing, I couldn’t help but look down at the underneath of my wrist and trace the little white scar my father gave me that night of the flashback. I am almost 18, and it still just happens to be there, reminding me of that horrible night when it all started. He’s gone now, I reminded myself as a shudder ran through my body.
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I heard my alarm clock ring back in my room, signaling it was time for work. I cursed myself for not turning it off. I was still sitting on the couch, watching episode 4 of the Vampire Diaries. I switched the TV to off, getting off the small comforter. My feet padded back to my bedroom as I turned the light on. The bright light made me squint my eyes as I reached my dresser a few seconds later. I stripped my previous attire and changed into my work clothes. It wasn’t anything special, just tan shorts, a pair of white keds, and a red T with the logo “Ken’s Frozen Ice Cream” just above my breast. I also had to wear a red visor hat that I kind of liked on me.
I went to the bathroom, holding the visor in one hand, my makeup bag in the other. I placed the small bag on the counter along with the hat. I opened the baby wipes that I stored in the open-up mirror and wiped off all the excess make-up from yesterday. I then applied my make up back to my face. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed myself a strawberry pop tart that I could just eat on the way to work.
I walked out the front door, closing and locking the door behind me. I put my keys in my pocket with my purple lanyard hanging out. My feet carried me down the stairs of my porch. When I reached the bottom, I said hello to one of my neighbors, Kyle, who had shown me around when my parents and I moved into town. He was around my age so it made it easier for me to make a friend. He was getting a package from beside his mail box when he looked over to me.
