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Seventeen: wound

Temperance

I stand in the middle of the living room. Both my father and the bitch circle me like hawks. Anger is visible on their faces.

I and my father have been like this before. I would stand helplessly as he would walk around me in circles to taunt me.

One abuser turns into two.

One punch turns into two.

I slouch in shame and look at the ground. My face is swollen from the hits along with my discolored body. My hair is a mess and blood drips around my eye from a gash on my forehead.

"Why the fuck were there people outside your hospital room?!" My father yells, shoving me backward into his girlfriend.

I can smell the alcohol in his breath. And the smoke on her clothes.

They had only returned a few minutes ago. They yanked me out of bed after ten minutes of being in a deep sleep

They are mistreating me the day of getting out of the hospital. How stupid can you get? You would think they would be careful with how much pain to inflict on me.

They seem to share one brain cell,
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