The blow set into my cheek bone. A bone cracked and I fell to the ground. She stood over me with her fist still clenched. I tasted blood as I tried to stand up. My brain wasn’t working; she had hit me too hard. I cried, I had nothing else to do. I was small and helpless. My own mother was beating her me, just a ten year old girl. She cursed and came at me again, “No†I yelped. “You freaking *****, you ingrate,†she yelled as she slapped me into the wall, “You think you can interrupt me when I’m in the middle of something important? Huh? Answer me!†I was crying, I couldn’t get words to slip through my lips, she hit me again. “Fine you ************, don’t answer me.†she picked me up but my waist and brought me to the door. She threw me against it and kicked me, “Out! Out!†she shouted. I fell to the ground and frantically dragged myself away despite my pain. I stood and tried to walk, I cringed with every step. I tripped and my vision left me.
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memory? story? im sorry thats terrible
that happened to my friend at his old home…i just changed the gender and age to make him less upset…..