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It was the beginning of my junior year in high school. My sister has always been there for me, but this year was different. She started college, had a new boyfriend, and I never saw her but maybe once a week. I had a new boyfriend who was 22, and I was working at a great place that I loved. |
Sadly, my father began to drink; and out of nowhere sometimes my father would hit me until I would cry bloody murder. I decided not to take it any more. I ran away to my boyfriend, knowing that would be the first place they would look. Of course my mother, who thought of me as her pride and joy, found me. My mother and the police saw the bruises on my face, and the old cuts that my father bestowed upon me. They also saw the cuts on my wrist from when I started to cut myself.
I do not like emotional pain; but when it came time to finally put my dad in jail, I just could not do it. I know he loved me so much. My father and I got help, and it was much needed. Today my father and I are so close, and I can tell now how much he loves me.
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