Chapter 8

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Hazel's POV

The snow was falling on the ground and I watched out of the window whilst Demi slept peacefully.

There was the doorbell,

Demi was still asleep so to be helpful I answered the door.

I opened the door and saw the face I thought I would never see again,

Momma??

"Hazel how could you run away again???" Momma said.

I looked at the floor terrified. I began to cry, Momma scooped me up and put a hand over my mouth so my screams were muffled.

She opened the car door and threw me into the back seat.

I was trapped.

Momma began to drive.

"Hazel, did you seriously go back there?? I guess I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson." She said.

She drove us home and she made sure I was inside before I did

She dragged me into the living room and I tripped on the rug.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP!!
She kicked, scratched, punched, stomped, hit, pulled until I was unresponsive and on the floor.
She undid her belt and began hitting me.
Every slice sprung fresh tears.
She did this for a good hour and I became in and out of consiousness.
Finally it was over.
"Follow me." She said.
She dragged me down the garden, through the snow and threw me in the shed.
"Stay here." Momma said.

She locked the door and walked off, leaving me in this freezing shed, with no food or water or blanket.
I was lucky to survive the night.

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