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Convulsive Ch.1One hit for being a girl not a boy.
Another for my father being a drunk.
A third for my eye liner and a forth for being Alana.
My father was hitting me for attempting to jump out the window and run away.
Most would think that I wouldnt be having a thought process during a beating but after ten years of it you dont feel it until its over. You try to escape to a better place a nicer place a place were no one beats you. But you still cry. I guess a force of habit.
The phone rang.
What happened to you? He asked
I fell on the concrete. I responded he always had a story ready for me to use after every beating. I felt my face, a couple cuts and new bruises on my arms.
But other wise it was nothing I couldnt hide with make up.
Its for you. He handed the phone to me like what he did was a completely normal thing.
I was wondering
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