It Shouldn't Hurt! (Cat Noir X OC)
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I am Eric. My father is an alcoholic with a sadistic past. He often attacks me. I used to think it was normal for children to be treated that way. I was wrong. So when I was bullied in school, I thought nothing of it. When I was attacked on the street, I thought nothing of it. He was weaker, so I hurt him. I thought nothing of it. Until...
It shouldn't hurt to be a child! If you or someone you know is having problems with abuse, TELL SOMEONE. You can't stay silent. Our future, your heritage. There is no excuse for abuse!!!!
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