Luca
He looked to me as he said jail for two months. I looked up at him knowing all to well that he was going to be back in two mouths and be out for blood. My blood. That night I cried myself to sleep. It wasn’t something I did every night but it was only because I fared what was going to happen in two months once he was out. To weeks later he father come over and handed me a latter. I looked at him as he had sadness in his eyes. I tour the letter out only to find a photo of us the day at the school fair. We were happy. And it was three months before he hit me the first time. I didn’t know what to say. But it seemed like his father was sorry. I could tell it in his eyes. A tear rolled down my face as he walked over and hugged me. “I’m sorry that my son did this to you. I thought that I rai
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