Chapter 2 too beautiful

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My mother would always tell me that I was fat,slutty,a loser and ugly.
I hate it when she dose that but it's not her fault I always think when every she beats us I always think..."God damn that bad week mother had!"

Once while I was 10 she hit my left eye and gave me a black eye.She told me,"If anyone ask say you ran into a pole."
So I did. They believed me and didn't ask again. But once it was a repeated thing people started to worrie.

About a week later my mother pushed me and my brothers down the stairs.My brother weren't hurt because I broke their fall.I had a broken arm and a sprained ankle.

On my next birthday she told me that I don't get anything but I had 1 less chore and she told me 1 thing I'll never forget "don't forget JUNO the older you get the more savere your punishments will be!" So ever sense then I've Been afraid of getting older.

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