The Life Of Me
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Introduction:
"Emma get the fuck down her bitch!" That was my dad. Yep. He is a drunk abusive raper. You would say my life is pretty messed up. As I got lost in my own thoughts. I heard a vodka bottle break. I ran out of my bedroom and went into the living room and saw beer bottles everywhere. "What the hell dad!" I said madly. "Well your so pretty I might keep you" He said as he pinned me to the wall. "Get ready because from now on you are going to be my little slut!" He screamed. As soon as he said that fifty police man came walking through the door one of them came and said to me "Don't worry little girl you are going to a foster home." He said and that is now where I live in this dump.
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