It was a great summer . Me and Lydia having a blast doing pranks. Lydia always touched my blonde hair . She used to always come over my house multiples of times . Her face was usually beat up badly like a car ran over it but it was fine because me and my mom cleaned her up and let her spend the night.
Lydia's dad was drunk everyday I would go outside to watch my cat play in the grass and Lydia would come outside and he'd throw beer bottles at her. Like he was so mad at her.
"Lydia , may you come over?" I said .
"I'll be over there in a sec." Said Lydia .
I've always felt that I saved Lydia because whatever was going on in that house was seriously odd ball.
"Let's throw tissue paper on his tree." I said smiling
"Oh yes this will be a breeze." Lydia said while smiling.
We did it that day we threw the tissue paper but it made things worse. In the morning he came to get her and I watched as he beat her up all the way to his house . I thought long and hard of how and why do Lydia stand that. I also figured why he always putting his hands on her. No one will never know but him.
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The Needed
Non-FictionAria waters and her sister Lydia lives in a little apartment. Aria feels that she is needed but no one to yet help her. She have had a miss carriage and knows why. She still cannot forget and forgive her abusive father . She wants Lydia to not suffe...
