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You don't care that I'm abused. I curl up ready to die. You sit there all amused. Stop you I do try. Fear flows through me. I cry myself to sleep. All you do is hit and see. You pinch when I weep.
Part 1: Only 1 week until my little sister will be born, the father, he is long gone. My father was in hospital with lung cancer the day i was born, the last things he said were Brittany and Summer.
"Kate, come" He said calmly. 'No Kate, you must leave him, now' The voice in her head sounded almost a bit scared, but she ignored it. She shook her head a bit so the shivers disappeared.
Here's mine but don't forget to check out @CuriousCat. After a few more kisses we pull away. There's a rustle in the bush. Kitty squeaks and jumps into my arms. "It's just the wind!" I laugh. "Oh, eh.
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.
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.