chapter 1

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I'm entering my small home when my mom grabs my hair pulling me to the kitchen harshly.

" Ouch mother please let go!"I plead as I feel blood start to trail down my neck.

" you are late, why!" She asked loudly in my face as she yanks harder on my hair. 

"Ahh mother please let go, you are hurting me!"  She laughs darkly " you like it rough don't you? that's what I tell our clients"

I'm starting to feel light headed and nauseous I just want to go lay down.

" I was walking through the village when a woman dropped her bag I stopped to help her that's why I'm late I swear!" I try pleading to make her stop.

She let's go of my hair and grabs my chin so hard it pops. 
" you are lying you were probably whoring yourself around for attention!"

I get more nauseous with that thought.  "Mother please I wasn't you can ask everyone they saw me helping that woman." 
It's hard to talk with her holding my chin so tight, I know it will be bruised in the morning.  

"Whatever you whore, go to your room and don't come out until tomorrow." I yank away from her and run to my room.

I shut the door and go to my window hoping I get it open before I throw up. As soon as it opens I lean out and vomit on the ground, getting it on the side of the house as well. Breathing heavily I try to even my breathing and not have a panic attack.

I know she won't let me have food or water tonight so that means I'll have to go look in the trash can down the road for something. I climb out the window and step over my mess on the ground, I scrunch up my nose in disgust.

I close my window and run by the side of the house so no one sees me and tells my mom. If she found out I snuck out for food she'd beat me and starve me longer.

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