Child Abuse Story From Bri
by Bri
(Location Undisclosed)
Every day was a struggle. Coming home from school with no parent there. My parents were divorced. And I was split down the middle. At my dads house I was happy, safe. At my moms house I never knew what was coming. I stayed in my room all night. Working on homework. Talking to friends. She would get home around 10 stumbling. Come up to my room and ask what was for dinner. I told her i left her something in the kitchen and double locked my door. I heard the stumbling through my music. Went downstairs to try to help. All i got was beatings. In the morning when I woke up she was passed out and couldn't even hear us. I left and went to school. I was the happy girl. You look in my eyes and you'd see a laughing girl. You'd see my smile and wouldn't think anything was wrong. You'd lift up my shirt. And you'd see the bruises.
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