The White House

I've always cursed the day my dad died which destroyed my mom and turning my life miserable. I remember

I thought staring into the space. ' How I

know the curse and insult awaiting me at home since I stayed out late and

n front of our old door for a minute debating whether to

n enduring this life up tilll now. I finally summoned the courage to enter the house. I not

d some candles to lit. I

out on her favorite couch which plenty empty bottles arund her as if she had a party i

yourr useless face again....after you left the house dirtyy with no

money to treat his injuries" I suddenly felt a

hould have just sold you when I have the chance, Now the old

man chase me away from our drinking party. Yo

rape me" I curled on the floor trying

ou whore. It's not like you don't give it for free to other men. I allow

floor crying with many new bruises on my body. I was too tired to stand up fr

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this chapter, see yo