Crystal was my best friend, who would have ever thought that I would regret meeting her? She was the only one who understood me. She just sat there listening to me rant, and even though she never said a word, I could feel the love and understanding in her gaze. To me life was perfect . That was until mum left. I guess mums leaving broke dads heart and his mind too, he had no place to vent his frustration so he turned our house into a boxing ring My dad kept beating me, he used the mop stick, it broke. He used the NEPA wire to decorate my body, tears fell from my cheek to the solid ground. I became his punching bag. This became our everyday day ritual, get beaten and cry to Crystal who was always there. The only relief was when grandma Clarie came. She seemed to be able to calm him down, just a word from her shut him down. She was like the referee to our unending match. My personal angel. On that day, dad was at it again, he threw the speaker at me but as I t...
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