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  I walked climbed back through me window and looked at the clock. It was only 9. I got undressed and put on my pajamas. I went into the kitchen to get a drink. I heard my fathers snoring from his recliner. I slowly got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. I drank some and started to return to my room. Because of my cast, which I was now used to, I tripped and dropped the glass on the floor shattering it. My heart stopped.
"FUCK!" My dad yelled.
"I'm sorry dad I was getting a drink and sl-" I stuttered.
"Don't give me excuses. Where we you all night!" He yelled.
"I was in my room." I said.
"Fucking liar! You think I'm stupid? Is that what you think about your father? Oh fuck you." He slurred.
"No I was I promise-" I was again cut off.
"Do you know what happens when people lie to their father? They get punished." He roared. He got up and came closer.
He grabbed my arm and took the lot cigarette that was in his ash tray and pressed it into my arm. I screamed as the hot ash burned my flesh. It hurt like hell. I could smell my flesh burning. I cried for him to please stop. He only pressed harder. There was a faint knock at the door hidden by my screaming. I again cried for him to stop. Suddenly the door burst open. The police chief came in holding his weapon.
   "Back away from the girl!" The chief yelled to my dad. My dad put his hands up. I felt woozy and suddenly everything went black.
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   When I opened my eyes and I was being fanned by the chief.
   "Hello? Can you hear me?" The chief said.
"Yes." I said slowly.
     "I'm chief Hopper what's your name?" He asked slowly as I sat up.
"It's Daniella." I said.
       "Okay Daniella I'm going to take you to the station." Hopper said helping me stand slowly and lead me to the car. We drove quietly to the police station. Once we arrive we went inside and he had me sit at my desk. The secretary brought me a cup of tea.
   "Daniella, is the man you live with your father?" Hopper asked writing down my answer.
    "Yes, and my mother pasted away when I was younger." I said quietly.
  "I'm sorry for your loss." He said softly. "Now does he hurt you often?"  I looked down.
   "Uh..." I said. I was nervous to tell him but then I looked at my arm and knew I had to. "Yes."  Hopper slowly nodded.
    "Did you break your foot?" Hopper asked. I nodded. "Okay Daniella we're going to hold your father. Is there anyone you can call?" Hopper asked picking up the phone.
   I nodded again and dialed the first number to come to mind. The line rang for a few seconds before it was answered.
   "Hello?"
"Billy, can you please come pick me up."

 

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