Damaged Goods

Damaged Goods

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There I was sitting on a swing at 3am with a bottle of gray goose I stole from my dads liquor bar, something I prayed he wouldn't notice. I had an hour until my dad got up for work, which meant I had an hour to get home and not get my ass beat or an hour and five minutes to get home and get my ass beat, either way I was going home to a monster.
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As a pretty sane person I knew that ugly incomprehensible things happened but somethings came at you so unexpectingly that you did not even know how to react. Fairytales often painted step parents as these evil beings that did such unimaginable acts which ended up affecting our everyday lives but it wasn't like that with my mother's boyfriend. At least that's what I thought until I found myself somewhere else with a father I knew nothing about, a band that wasn't really a band in my eyes and a past so heavy that going to sleep meant drowning in the horrors of a summer that was meant to be the best time of my life.

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