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Abuse

My dad would always abuse me physically and mentally. No one knew this since I would always hide my bruises with long sleeve shirts.

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I walked the halls of my high school when Monse bumped into me.

"Sorry (y/n)!" apologized Monse placing her hand near my bruises on my arm.

I winced and moved back, "No, no problem! I got to go to class."

"Hey wait- "said Monse

I ran off and headed to class.

~

I sat on the sofa outside with Oscar and his cholo friends, drinking a beer.

"(y/n) you sure you should be here? Que va ha decir tu padre (what would your father say)?" said Oscar while looking up from fixing his car.

"Nah he's cool."

Monse walked over towards me, "(y/n) we need to talk."

I shook my head, "Porque (why)?"

Oscar looked up and wiped his hands on a rag, "What's going on?"

"Nada (nothing). Monse just needs to talk to me."

Monse nodded and pulled me away.

"(Y/n) I know about your dad. We need to tell the police," said Monse

I gasped, "What the fuck are you talking about?! Nothing is happening with me and my pa. Alright? So let it go!"

I realized that I was yelling when everyone stared at us.

"Monse please just forget it."

Monse huffed angrily, "Fine but when you get more hurt don't come running to me."

Oscar placed his hand on my back, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it, Oscar."

"This ain't shit if it's bothering you. Tell me," said Oscar

"Fine! My freaking dad abuses me okay!"

Oscar's face turned choleric and headed towards his car.

"Where are you going?!"

"To beat the shit out of your fucking dad," said Oscar driving away.

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I ran towards my house and saw Oscar's red Impala parked on our driveway.

I opened my door and saw Oscar beating my dad.

I tried pulling him away but my dad pushed me away causing me to fall back and hit my head.