The Abused Luna

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up. My dad got some breakfast

t least this afternoon. I had a plan to buy a lot of alcohol every day on my way home from school to prevent a repeat of the two-week agonizing episode. Though I anticipate ad

Will he leave me, or will he become yet another torturer? Perhaps he will flee if he gets to know me better. If it is an act, he has maintained it for the previous two weeks. which is remarkable. Wow

im that I had a 24-hour illness, and the following day, he arrived with a package of vitami

you well know. He is sympathetic, attractive, intelligent, and a

y train of though

nd drop you off at school every day? You c

e seemed anxious, and I could te

that, but

lot of time together; therefore, that could be the reason. I avoid getting too

questioned. His eyes were pleading wit

uld I say? "My dad

"Why wouldn't he like

hall I now say? Consider something. Oh, w

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that this wasn't over as I hurried out. At least it gives

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as physical limitations that prevent me from completely understanding her. She avoids getting too

ed that she c

to accept your invitation sooner, but I had to reschedule my packing chores and fulfill an appointment that my father insisted I keep. I was left with no choice but to regrettably stalk her. I re

elling me the same thing. Unless they are unaware of her identity, Most of them are unaware of

lso happen to see her as she makes her way to school. She would then have to permit me to

r purchases. She spent around five minutes inside. I would enter if it were a bigger

erhaps she's picking it up for someone or throwing a party. If s

ned her about it. But her breathing became faster. I knew she was lying after that. Why, ho

dom pieces of trash scattered about. It appeared to be a desolate dwelling. It felt unsafe and had a

t, I hear

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with Sk

na's poin

went about my usual business after shaking off the emotion. I laboured as I limped home. I would have liked to accept Jay's offer of a ride, but how could I? First of all, I di

to put everything away while attempting not to wake my father. I hastily prepared my father a meal and got h

back that my face wasn't coloured over or scratched like every other image in the house. I missed my chance to glance at the second picture that was on the table. He awoke

ourself, I'll treat you right. I feel so bad for you. Thank God your mother is no

tree in front of the cafeteria. I'm in a bad way. how he acquired that. Was my dad watching me from afar? Then the major worry suddenly fla

ion gradually became filled with black spots. Knowing that if I didn't fight the darkness swallowing me, I probably wouldn't awaken. Since I first met Jay, much has changed. If this had happened earlier, I probably would have accepted it, bu

My dad smiled as the person threw him a wad of money. It w

rabbed me and flung me at the stranger, despite my horrible sense that something bad would happen. I was in fear. He had a strong smell of sm

show him a good time;

to happen, I was powerless to prevent it. I was unable to run. I could not struggle. I wouldn't be rescued. The blow to the head, lack of sleep, and lack of food left me with no energy. I can't even remember the last time I had food. possibly a day or two ago. Jay had pushed me to eat at lunch, but I refused, c

open, and there

he get here? Was that a delusion? What if that were true? Perhaps I would be saved, but when his eyes went co