Catch Me If You Can

Catch Me If You Can

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"It's you, isn't it?!!", I spat at him. My hand was now throbbing with a large bruise forming on top of it from slamming it against the wall seconds earlier. Two months ago I would've never picturing this happening to me. My world was perfect. Perfect boyfriend. Best of friends. Finally happy with myself and everyone around me again. Or at least that's what he put into my head. Turns out I was on a completely different track that someone else was paving for me. I'd heard the stories. I'd listened to my mom and my grandma ramble on about things that have happened to girls just like me. But as any 17 year old would, I thought I knew what was best for me and had everything figured out. Turns out my nightmare had actually just begun.
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The Text

"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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