A slaves life

A slaves life

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I sit around at my house wondering what happened to my mom and dad. My mom is addicted to drugs and my dad is a alcoholic. When my mom is high she abuses me and there's nothing my dad can do about it. But then one day my mom called me down and I was hoping not to get slapped but when I got downstairs I saw my mom counting money and 3 guys standing right next to her."what's going on?" I said knowing that my mom is high and this couldn't be good.she said "You're going away with these gentlemen,FOREVER!"
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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