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The abuse started when i was 4.

I was asleep and my mother come stomping into my room and hit me in the face with a belt.

None of my other siblings ever got treated like this.

I was the "bad child" my siblings have all tried to help me but my mom hits them to.

Wen my siblings see me with the rubbing alcohol treatment they run in fear knowing if my mother saw them they would get it to.

Ok so the rubbing alcohol is my mothers sick way of saying MISTAKE. It goes by her causeing open wounds on my body then pouring rubbing alcohol on them.

One day she come into the room yelled my name and i knew if i hid she would find me and i would get it so i immediately go i there she says go in to the kitchen turn on the stove so i did and i though she was gonna cook supper but she come in there were i stood and took my hand and stuck it on the stove eye.

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