Fighting was defiantly frowned upon in my house. I was taught how to fight but I was always told to never start a fight or if possible walk away but if I couldn’t walk away and they hit me first I could end it without consequence.

My hands are clenched into fist. I grit my teeth in pain." Tears stream down my face as I stare at my father in front of me. "How could you do this to your OWN DAUGHTER!" I scream in his face, showing him my bloody hands.

συνειδητοποιώντας πως δεν λείπεις από πουθενά....

συνειδητοποιώντας πως δεν λείπεις από πουθενά....

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