Finding Faith
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Last published Wed, Jul 23, 2014
I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up my friend.
My name is Hope. Yet how ironic is that. I live in Brighton, England. I have no choice but to live with my unsober abusive father.
yay me!
Every night before I go to bed, I say a silent prayer, hoping my father burns in hell.
Because that's the only thing I'm able to do,
Hope.
Chapter 1
Faith?
My father always told me stories about my sister and my mum. They live in LA, which sadly is in the US.
I don't know much of anything about my sister, except that I miss her. She is my feternal twin, so I assume she looks somewhat like me. My parents got into a divorce when we were only 2 years old. That was 11 years ago, I've been covered in bruises ever since
I have plenty of friends at my school.Except I've heard from plenty of rumors, they aren't my real friends. They point out my bruised cheek, my scared wrists, and the cresent moon prints on my arm from the hundreds of times my father dug his nails into my arms.
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