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My name is Karan. I stand 5" tall and weigh 98 pounds. I have long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I have 12 siblings. Our parents were killed in a car wreck. I live with my boyfriend who is 7 years older then I am. I am still in school. I am in the 12 grade. My plan is to complete high school and attend college. I am not sure if I want to be a nurse, teacher, or social worker. Sometimes my boyfriend will hit me. I never know what sets him off. I had just finished my homework and was starting supper when I heard the living room door slam shut. I knew that it was not going to be a good night. As I turned around to say hi to Richard he punched me in the face. I fell to the ground and he kicked me in my side. He begged him to stop but he didn't. I don't know how long he beat me I must have passed out. I woke up to a quiet house. I slowly got up and walked to the closet where I had a bag packed with clothes, important papers, and around five thousand dollars. The money I managed to save for one year from my job. I grabbed the bag and my car keys snuck out of the house, got in my car and started driving. I kept driving until I was as far away as I could get.