"Valerie. When will you ever learn?" The deep shaky voice of the drunken man stood above little Aliyah. She shook in fear, feeling the blood go from her lip and onto her teeth. She tasted the bitter taste of iron on her tongue, making her squint her hazel orbs shut. Aliyah always wondered why her eyes decided to be Hazel. She once took a glimpse of her fathers, only to be meeted by black ones instead. He would then go over and slap Aliyah with a hard palm, before going back to what he was doing best. Drinking. She would then awake from her nightmare of memories somehow, safe. She felt her newly clean sheets and her fluffy white pillow. In here, she felt like a princess. But she soon realized he would see her today, and the abuse starts again. Valerie crawled into a ball ad felt the burn seep into her eyes. Why was she there? That's a good question. People say it's because of her attitude. Some even say she cuts herself even though her life is perfect. But in real life, she was never safe. She never had an attitude she can call her own. She never had anybody or anything that loved her. Her father just wanted a day off as they say. More like a year with monthly visits.

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