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Night eight

To Cameron:

Did you get in a fight or something?

From Cameron:

Haha no why?

To Cameron:

Because I saw the bruised eye, your busted up lip, and it looked like you were in pain every time you bent down.

From Cameron:

Oh that :/

To Cameron:

Yeah that. What happened?

From Cameron:

Nothing don't worry about it.

To Cameron:

Cam you can trust me. I literally have no friends to tell.

From Cameron:

I got jumped at my house but some gang members

To Cameron:

How come I get the feeling that's not true.

From Cameron:

Because you're right.

To Cameron:

Then tell me please. I want to help you.

From Cameron:

That's the thing you can't help me.

To Cameron:

I'll try my best.

From Cameron:

Tell me how you can help me when every night I'm terrified to go home because my abusive drunk mother comes home angry from work drinks a shit load yells at me for how I ruined her life and beats me until I'm near death. Then after she's done she passes out on the couch. Tell me.

To Cameron:

Cameron. I didn't know.

From Cameron:

Exactly you didn't. No one does. And it's going to stay this way. You can't help it'll be no use. I'm eighteen. I'm moving in four months to college. I can handle it.

To Cameron:

You don't deserve that. Have you tried getting help.

From Cameron:

Yes. It works for a while until she starts stressing out about paying rent.

To Cameron:

And how long has this been going on?