Child Abuse Story From Allison
by Allison
(USA)
my mom barely feeds me. i am eleven my dad is afraid of her. no breakfast. no given lunch. no money to get lunch from school. a smaller dinner given to me and me only. treated as aslave. wrk for my dad to earn money for myself. im hit. i wear jackets everyday so nobody can see the everlastng red marks. i have too be strong because she will just hit more. i cant wait to turn eighteen...to walk into freedms arms.
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