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 SLAP! "SHUT UP!!" my dad yelled at the top of his lungs as I cried and begged him to stop. As he punched me in the stomach, i closed my eyes. I hoped he would stop. He was a drunk, and i was an only child. My older brother died at birth and my mother died when she was giving birth to me. My father cussed me out saying that i was the devil's child and that i cursed him. That i killed my mother. That im the reason why he was a drunk. When he left me alone in the living room, lying in a pool of my blood, i cried myself to sleep.

 When i woke up in the morning he was already gone. I cleaned myself up and packed up my things. Being 13 i had no where to go but i decided to find a place. I grabbed my purse that held 234 dollars. It's all i had beside a few pairs or jeans and 2 or 3 shirts and a pair of socks and the shoes i had on now. I walked out of the tralor we lived in and walked away from the hell hole i called home. i walked to find a better place. One that i COULD call home...

I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT ITS ONLY TO SEE IF U LIKE IT! SO IF I GET ENOUGH GOOD COMMENTS ILL CONTINUE...