fifteen (trigger warning)

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Once I stopped looking into the mirror I went downstairs. My parents were in the kitchen arguing. I'm assuming they are drunk. I put on my shoes and grabbed my bag. "Where are you going you piece of shit." I looked behind me and my dad was standing right there with a beer bottle in his hand. "I'm going to hang out with my friends.." I said, trying not to give him a hint that i'm legit terrified. "Don't lie to me!" He punched me, super hard. I felt tears flood my eyes. I ran out the house and slammed the door behind me. I hopped onto my bike and rode to the cliff that we all jumped off during the summer.

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