Slaps are the way I live.
Punches are the way I breathe.
Bruises are what remain.
Rachel has a very ordinary family. But as soon as the front door closes, the beatings start.
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You were running when you met someone, but you didn't know who because you were knocked out from the impact. Also You randomly get cuts & bruises, but you don't know how. no one does except your father.