A couple years had passed and I was 13 now. I wasn't 8 anymore. My mom and I were still living in Downey. We have lived here for 5 years now.
School was starting up and I was going to be a middle schooler. I ended up going to West Middle School. It has only been about a year or two since I started going here.
Some things were going on at home. I didn't know how to handle the situation.
All I knew was, I needed to tell someone or my life was going to end here.....
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Being the Abused Child
फैनफिक्शनThis is a story of a girl going through abusement. What she is doing is crying and getting a painful beating. She is often scared to come home sometimes because she knows she's going to get hurt. She hates it. All she thinks about now is ending her...
