Mental

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"I asked you a question what do you have behind your back."He growled

I didn't say nothing but I did notice he left the door open. I got up and ran to the door but he closed it and slammed me into the wall and the book fell out my hands. He looked down and picked the book up.

"You went threw my stuff."

I didn't say nothing. He punched the wall and for real I almost pissed my pants.

"Why did you go threw my stuff"He growled

I opened my mouth but words didn't come out.

"So you can act all big and fucking tough and go through my shit but when I get in your damn face you lost in words. You a punk ass bitch."He said

He then threw the book on his bed and sat down. What he said really pissed me off.

"I ain't no punk ass bitch."I yelled

"Now you want to act all bad when I get out your face the exact words I said earlier I'm a say it again you a punk ass bitch."

Out of nowhere I punched him in the face and I instantly regretted. He had grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me in the wall and got in my face.

"Don't ever put your fucking hands on me again."He growled

I just nodded my head and looked away. He eventually moved and went to sit down. I was just standing there when a nurse walked in.

"Chresanto you have a visitor."she said

"Who the fuck came to visit me?"He questioned

"I don't know but they say they know you."She shrugged

He looked at her all confused and just shrugged his shoulders an got up and left.

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