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Chapter 9
I could not move my body. It was as if I wanted to wish that I would never have woken up again because of the intensity of the pain I was feeling in my back. It hurts and aches. All I could do was to mutter curses from what I'm feeling.
I looked out the window and realized it was afternoon. I no longer wonder why I slept so long. It wasn't new for me to get beaten me by my father with his leather belt. My body got used from his beatings, but it cannot get rid the fact that it causes me severe pain and scars that leave a trace from the torturous experience that happened to me at my father’s hands.
I slowly sat up in my bed. I winced. Looks like I'll need to treat this right away. I don't want to go in the University again with an aching body. Because I'm sure even if I hide it, the Rojas cousins will still know.
I put on my slippers and slowly walked to the bathroom. I immediately searched for my first aid kit. I groaned. I will have a hard time treating
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