"What are you doing here?" James asked.
James's dad (Howard was his dad's name) walked in and hugged James. James pushed him away.
"I said, what are you doing here?" James demanded.
"The cops told me that you have to come to live with me now," Howard told.
"Well," James started, "I don't want to come live with you especially with your drinking problems." He pointed towards the door, "So you can go now."
"The police said that you have to come with me, otherwise you will have to go into foster care. Do you really want to go there?" Howard provoked.
James froze and thought about this for a second. "Fine, you win. Just let me go pack my things."
He went up the stairs and went into his room. He looked at the clock: 6:48 pm it read. Then he grabbed his suitcase and began to pack his things.
Once he was done with that he went into his dresser and grabbed his journal and a pencil. Then he began to write.
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Abused
FantasyIt all started when James's mother began to verbally, emotionally, and physically abusing him. One day his mom began to beat him, James called the cops on her and she had to go to jail. Then he has to go move in with his dad. There he is verbally, e...
