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I run as fast as I can with the only motive to escape. Escape from him who so willing never stops beating me when he's intoxicated. 
   My mother told me that the best way to prevent him from beating me so much is to always let him have his way. It's easy for her to say. She's not the one who has to stay home alone with him every night while she's out, fucking multiple guys in order to feed this broken family.
   She never once cared for me. She only cares for herself and the drunk she calls her true love. With me, I'm just a mistake in her eyes. An accident that came during the job. 
   "Get over here, girl," my stepfather slurs as he stumbles his way after me. "I ain't finished with you yet!"
   I hurry into my bedroom and slam the door shut. I quickly lock it before I press my back up against it, sinking down to the floor, and holding my knees tightly to my chest.
   "Emily," my stepfather yells between slurs as he pounds and kicks my door. "Open this damn door right now or so help me I'll knock it down!"
   My heart begins to race from fear and anxiety. I lift my shaking hand to my cheeks, and wince at the bruise he left when he punched me. I can still hear his laugh, echoing in my head as he beats me harder and harder until most of my body is covered in painful, lasting bruises that will never go away. I try to fight back, but nothing can hurt him. Not as long as he's intoxicated. 
   My whole life I've been abused and neglected to the point I only rely on myself in order to survive. I've dwelled in darkness for so long that I can't remember when I first saw a ray of light. I can't remember ever feeling happy in this world or most of all, loved by anyone who actually cares about me. I use to wish to be able to feel those feelings. To be able to escape from this hell that's called home.... But no matter how hard I wish to be escape, it'll never come true. I'm trapped.
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