Forgotten

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it was a cold stormy night I could still hear the arguments coming from upstairs. why can't they just stop arguing? I thought to my self. Until I heard the cellar door creak open and loud pounding steps coming down the steps suddenly all I could hear was a loud snapping sound from a belt then silence.

Why was this happening to me.It's it because he knows what I did and he didn't want to tell me?

Then once again that same snapping sound, and a pain growing in my stomach. out of nowhere all I can see is red. he had cut my forehead and it was beginning to drip into my eyes.

after a while of loud snapping and more pain. I heard a loud bang and was pushed to the ground were I had been knocked out I my own puddle of blood.

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