Prologue

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  "No!"I screamed.I know it was no use because no matter what I did it wouldn't stop.It would only make it worse.
  He stepped forwards with his hands balled in fist.I put my hand to my lip and felt something wet.He made it bleed again.
     He hovered above me and bright his hands down on me again but this time I didn't feel anything.I looked up to see his fist right in front of me and then he got up and turned around.
     This always happened.He would flip out and then midway through my beating he would just stop.
But I can't take this anymore.I stood up and grab the keys from the hook and ran out of the house and to the car.I turned it on and looked up to see him storming out of the house.oh no.i turned the key and swerved out of the parking lot.
     No turning back now.
  

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