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She sits by the fire looking into the hot burning flames wishing they would take her away from this hell. He comes in and they argue about things that he would never do with her. He reaches into his pocket and draws his pocket knife, she turns to run, run far away but he grabs to top and slashes her back deep cuts that have scarlet blood dripping from them. She runs why was her father so angry? Why was violence his punch bag? Why would none of these questions be answered by her mum? She was only 13 years old and there was no way of running from the violence. Behind her kind smile towards her friend the scars on her back hurt when she laughs the dint in her heart makes it hard to love.
