The reason why i smile
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Cate and I were walking down the street. We were late, but we don't give a shit anymore. Do you have any idea what 19 years of being beaten can do to someone? I can only Imagine what Cate feels, being two years older than me. I know what you're probably thinking "Why don't you two idiots move out?" trust me, we've tried. We only have just enough money to get a pretty good sized house, not enough to leave the country, state, or even city. So last time we had tried to move out, we got a small apartment. it was our first night in that apartment and we were trying to get some sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to my asshat of a father holding a knife standing over my bed. our parents said that if we ever tried to move out again, they'd find us and kill us. They don't allow us any access to phones and if we were to somehow call the cops, our "mother" keeps a gun on her and we'd be the first she shoots. "Look at that dude." Cate says awakening me from my thoughts. I look to where she is pointing. The boy is about our age and is staring at us. "Lets walk by him, if he try's anything we'll make sure he's put in his place." I say. we walk by him and sure enough he grabs my ass. I stop. I grab his hand which was resting on my butt and twist it around so that its at a very painful angle behind his back. The boy screams. He looks to be older than Cate, Wimp. "Don' do that again, you hear me?" I get no answer. " GOT IT?!" I yell twisting his arm back farther. he whimpers a yes and I drop his arm, "good." I say walking off. Cate turns around and kicks him in the balls knocking him down "TOUCHDOWN!!!!" she yells. "And the crowd goes wild!" I finish so Cate can do her funny little victory dance which I knew she was just dying to do!
YOU said you wernt gonna
4/11/14