He struck me with such force I hit the ground. I raised me kneww to protect my body but I was no match for his strength. My hands and fingers ached from my constant stillness. Not game enough to move a muscle. He screams and raises his hand. I close my eyes and wait for it to break my skin and turn it a shade of crimson. The moment his eyes leave mne I sprint for my room and flick the lock. She comes out and asks what happened, only 20 minutes late.
By then im broken alone and tears are streaming down my face. One day he will hit to hard. And one day I wont be able to run.
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