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I was only six years old, and my step dad would pick me up and throw me against the wall. I learned to live with this. |
Now I am 16, and I learned that you can count on family to be there for you, and that is why my big brother is my best friend. One day he came home and saw me on the floor with blood coming out of my head. He asked my step dad what happened to me. My step dad told him that I called him an a—hole, but I was only six years old, so my brother picked me up and took me to the hospital. From that day on I always lived with my brother.
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