I would do anything to get away from him; I was done being his punching bag and tool. I would never go back and if he ever caught me I would make sure to kill myself. I was on a road straight to hell, but I knew any hell God had to offer was better than the one I was already in.
My name is now Amaranthine Montenegro, and my days are now numbered.
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