I rush into the front door
hoping he won't catch me
I quickly try and rush to my room'
but I know it's to late
he grabs me by the collar
and pulls be down the stairs.
I gasp for air
like he cares
I can smell alcohol and tobacco in his breath.
I cover my face
knowing he's gonna hit me
he drags me into the kitchen
slams my head into the cabinets
All i see is red, everywhere.
He kicks me in the back
then walks away grunting.
Does my daddy still love me?
I think to myself.
I try and get up
I feel all shakey and dizzy
I can't let this basterd win
I won't
I shakily pick up the phone
and dial 9-1-1
and pray i survive.
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