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omething shattering in the other room followed by my mom's muffled scream as it echoes down the tiny hall to my room. Half asleep I reached
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n and I covered my head as I ducked. My eyes were squeezed shut and I gritted my teeth as I dropped my hands and straigh
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my door. My room is filled with the sound of my heart pounding in my ears and my heavy breathing. Just when I think things are finally calming down after a few minutes of
e I would pluck up the courage to turn the door handle and take my first step out into the hallway. Somehow I placed one foot in f
her from him. I had been a stupid child. It took years of taking his beating for her, countless hospital visits just to watch her li
before me. Fast forward to the present, teenage me lays numbly in bed cloaked in darkness listening to her
having a bad day. I chuckled sourly to myself. There were days it was because of me and the fact that I wasn't his. It was on those days he would come looking f
e'll beat me, and maybe break a few bones. When he fells better and leaves me alone, she'll give me medicine and help me shower. Just when I think I've gotten through to her, I'll beg her to leave and she'll look me in the eye and say no. She'll leave me alone, bruised, and broken. So no, I wohim, and had questions. Every time I would ask my mom about him she would get this look in her eyes. I've never seen her look at Greg with that look. As a young
r against the world. I didn't have to worry about anything because I had her. I didn't need anyone else but her so I