later that day

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I was in the kitchen making dinner as my father had came home from work. the smell of alchol illuminated the house, he started to walk up to me

was he going to start a concersation with me or is he going to hit me. my thoughts were going crazy only making my anxiety worser then it typically was.

"madeline! where did you get the money to buy those new clothes at?!"

he's going to kill me.

"I worked for the money.." I said with an unsteady voice..

"did you take any money from me?!, I had 20$ with me this morning before I left."

he's going to murder me I thought to myself, I don't know why I was getting so worked up over this I didnt take his money he probally used it to get drunk.

right as he turned around to go sit on the couch he slapped me in the face.

Its been a while since he has actually hit me...I guess right now is the time to start it back up

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