Leaving

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*HAZEL'S POV*

I sat crying silently in my room. I could hear my father yelling at my mother downstairs. That's it. I had to leave. I knew that it would happen someday. What if he came up here? The beating seems to get worse every time it happens. He almost killed me last time, what if this time he did? I had to go, now. I wiped the tears from my eyes and grabbed my suitcase from under my bed. I had prepacked it just in case... It had most of my clothes, all my makeup, 2 pairs of shoes, and some bathroom stuff. I also grabbed my old backpack that was filled with my laptop and all my recording stuff for youtube. I opened up my window and shoved my suitcase out. I walked back over to my dresser and grabbed my phone. I started to walk back to the window when i paused. I ran back to my dresser and grabbed a locket with my mom and i's picture in it. I shoved it into my backpack as tears streamed down my face. I snatched my purse up and jumped out the window. I walked over to the front yard and started loading everything into my car. I shut the trunk and turned around to see someone i dreaded... My dad...

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