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ing like I had been run over by a speeding truck. And it didn't

ting to the dim light and the stench of alcohol and misery. It didn't take me long before I realized tha

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n home las

avily slurred, an empty bottle of whisky in his hands. 'Where is the

ered, trying to put on a brave front,

the chest, the impact had sent me crashing to the fl

een able to stop him as he hauled me up from the floo

fallen on deaf ea

ay he was roughly searching my pockets, my lips trembling uncontrollably until I had bit down on them hard

otal of thirty five dollars that I had gotten as a tip

time, I hadn't seen the

y head; heard it shatter on contact. My head spun; went

abused his only daughter. And then he had stridden out of the house, taking my week's worth of saving

top of my head, holding back a scream of agony when I felt t

mess all around me. I needed to clean this up...I needed to make sure

couldn't afford Riley findi

entire body trembled and ached, making me realize that my fa

ld I do? My father made it no secret that he hated my guts, and the torment has only i

tried my best not to step on the shards of broken glass. The pain was sh

e or be seen. I couldn't bear the thought of him witnessing it again. I could a

that to a five year old? How was I supposed to share my pain

ul step toward the bathroom. The mirror reflected back a face I didn't recognize-puffy eyes, hair tangled, lips cracked. My hands sho

ed to keep going for Ril

fway decent for school. A plain shirt, old jeans, and sneakers. I hadn't had time to shop for months-my father made sure I had nothing, and e

.then I will take all the chances I could get. For now, I needed to get my high school degree an

le as a ghost but the dark bruise on my cheek needed to be covered us. I was already a freak at school who

buy at a dollar store to cover up the bruise.

it could help me fool myself that everything in my life wasn't fall

as still alive, that she hadn't left me all alone in this world, to t

in heaven now, safe and happy...away from the torments of the man w

self asking more times than I could coun

other have t

n into this gambling addict...

ntly...why did h