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I'm scared I mean I haven't told anybody. I don't want to but they will all find out anyway. Please let this be the right decision.

"DAVID" Father yells. I cower. Please dont find me. Please dont find me. I have enough bruises. Please dont find me. My door swings open. "DAVID" Dad's voice thunders " I know your in here and I'm pissed off because you didn't come to me when i called you the first twenty times. Now I'm going to find you and beat you twice as hard as I was before!" Please dont find me. Please dont find me. " I'll beat your mother too if you don't come out now!" Liar you don't want Mom to know what you do to me every day. I hide deeper into my closet and as if he heard my thoughts thats where he looked first.

'I will not cry' I think as he whips me for the thirteenth time (yes i count). Fourteen. Fifteen. Car lights come through the front window and the garage opens. Thank God Mom is home. Dad shove me aside and gives me the ritual warning "You tell her" he jabbes his finger at thebgarage door "Ill kill you. You tell your friends I'll kill you. You tell your precious girlfriend" He snarles the word "I'll kill her in front of you while your binded to the wall, then I'll kill you. Get it?" I nod my head and run upstairs to my room and let the tears all fall away while i nurse my new injurys.

That is why I'm running away.

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