Trapped By Mother

Trapped By Mother

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Hello my name is Harrison, my mother calls me all sorts of names however the name she uses most is "twat". My bedroom is downstairs in the basement, it gets very cold at night but mother is nice and gives me blankets sometimes. My mother kicked me in the stomach last week and I have been left with a big bruise. Teachers keep asking how I did it, mother told me to tell them that I walked into the edge of the table, they seemed to fall for it but what excuse will i come up with next time?
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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