A Crime Of Passion
I hear the shouts of an angry couple, His fists bang the walls to stop the harm Or is it to show his physical ability and scare the one that once loved him so much.
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I hear the shouts of an angry couple, His fists bang the walls to stop the harm Or is it to show his physical ability and scare the one that once loved him so much.
The tables turn faster than you could predict. You are telling a story of how things will be, and he is beating you to the punch line with his fists. He is teaching you a lesson.
January 1, 2008 Daddy, As I'm writing this the tears fall down from my face I love you, that's all I can say. But trust me theres a lot more coming.
I only paused to breath, But that was long enough. You tortured me, beat me. You treated me so rough. These bruises can not lie. Their purple stains won't hide. You treated me like I was nothing.
I only paused to breath, But that was long enough. You tortured me, beat me. You treated me so rough. These bruises can not lie. Their purple stains won't hide. You treated me like I was nothing.
**sorry it's been a while-I've been revising for exams. I think this cheaper may be a little slow paced-please let me know what you think!** Chapter 2 It all started when I ran away.
I was once abused I was 17 I was so confidence Full of life First few months was good Then one day it changed I was accused of cheating I was told I was ugly I was told I was fat Things got worse I...
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I pulled the knife put. Blood didn't pour from his mouth or out of the wound like the movies. He just looked at me, and fell backwards. Ha. Ha. I sweeped up the broken glass from the kitchen floor.
Daniel woke up long before the sun came up on Christmas morning.
The trees whispered quietly, as if they had a wonderful tale to tell. A girl walked past in long, confident strides, her head held high with a purpose. But upon her face is where our story starts.
When the light was dark, the day was young. a man with a sly smile on his face rose from the damp, antiquated chair.
A small child, young, naive, she dreams and she hopes Her parents will protect , but she barely copes As Dad gets drunk and angry, he'll be violent once more He comes home late, drives the car...
(Please read the beginning to understand the story, thanks.) When we got home mum didn't know what to do with herself.
Hey, I am busy writing a bit of an autobiography. I provide support for children of foster carers and as my mother fostered for a lot of years I am writing this for some of the young people.
Harrison I roll things over in my mind, where should I strike first. I decide on the face. I pull my fist back. Readying myself. I feel a firm grip on the back of my arm.
Katherine I run to Harrison's house. I sprint into the drive-way and nearly collide with Harrison's mother. She shouts something at me but I don't hear, I've got to find Danielle.
Danielle I walk to Harrison's house. I can hardly believe that in such an ordinary house such things can go on. But I love him, and what is pain in the face of love.
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So I know life is get hard for some or even for most but imagine when your born already into a household where your dad has beaten your mum to a pulp and she ran to hide for a year fearing he would...
There was once a girl with a big heart, she wanted love and to be loved, a feeling all to herself.
There was a time when Ben would have given a shit, but considering how the bloody mass of organs and skin lay there begging for him to kill it, it just made Ben want to kill him less.
The passage in the hallway hears a silent cry god forbid he should make a noise For his parents will just lie He fell out of his cot they'll exclaim But only the four walls around him will really...
You cannot say someone treats love like a toy and anything is fixable.