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argument. They had fought many times before, but this time was different. My father's anger boiled over, hi

fate ever played on me!

ed on my mother's face. She landed on the floor with a thud. The sound of her sobbing

was my reality – a reality where violence overshadowed love.

e bellowed, "Bethany, you're going to live with your au

had sent me to get groceries at the market, but I had an entrance e

wn her face as she hugged me tightly. "I'm so s

a glimpse of my father's menacing face, his eyes blazin

as still reeling from the events of the day, and my heart

marriage was no different. Her husband, a large and loud-mouthed man

I remembered when he was courting my aunt; it was all loving and kind words. He would

-esteem. I was sure she had nothing left. The scene was a

ss and love? Or was it that true love never existed, only in

ties of adult relationships, but one thing was cle

aking the spell. It was my fr

ra's cheerful voice asked, unknown to her, the turm

ilt for not returning her call

ent was infectious, and I found myself smiling despite

heart racing with anticipation. As I opened the envelope

restigious institution I had applied to two months ago. My heart sk

Bethan

admitted to the Anthropology program at Silver C

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racing with joy. Finally, I would be leaving the four walls of this violent house, d

a's number. "Zara, I got in!" I screamed int

both ended up in fits of giggles. For the first time in months, since I

or not? My mother loved me, but I felt that she didn't l

vowed never to get involved with a man, the moon goddess wa

k home, Silver Crest. He had also been admitted to the university, and it was no surprise that he was every woman's dr

ing kept reminding me of the violent nature that had plagued my family

o even notice me. I was determined and focused on my studies,

lked up to me one day and asked me