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She flinches as he strikes his hand hard across her face.
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"You're the reason why Martha's dead!"
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He grabs a fist full of her red hair, an ear piercing scream escaping her throat as he shakes her violently. "It's not my fault mom's dead, daddy!" She cries out, clawing at his arm but he's so tall, so strong and she's so weak, so pathetic.
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The man screams in her face, "Shut your dirty mouth!" He yells, the strong stench of alcohol causing her nostrils to flare.
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Her pale arms move upwards, trying to shield herself as he pummels his fists over her head.
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But she fails miserably as his fists bury themselves in her empty stomach, knocking the wind out of her and toppling her to the floor. In a flash, he's on top of her and God, she's so scared; so very, very scared.
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A number of insults vomit from his mouth as he brings his open palm against her place cheek. She sobs, trying her very best to push him off but her father is so heavy, his eyes red with fury and his head clouded by alcohol. Tears stream down her aching cheeks as he showers slaps and punches over her small figure.
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"Dad, please stop!" She begs him but her small voice is deaf to his ears and he keeps on hitting her.
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To him, it's her fault his wife died. But she didn't meant to kill her when Martha gave birth to her. She knew she didn't.
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"Hey, how're you?"
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The sudden cheery voice startles the girl and she pushes a strand of red hair behind her ear, rainbow streaks over it as her pale blue eyes meet her friends. "I'm fine." She lies, her friend plopping down beside her on the bench, pulling out her new mp3 player.
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Hesitantly yanking at her sleeves, she hides the black and blue bruises covering her pale arms and then she forces a smile at her friend, placing an ear bud in her ear as music flows through it.
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She tries to forget about her father's kicks and punches, his harsh words and taunts that sting her heart like a scorpion's tail but she can't. She can't relax her tensed muscles and listen to the soft music in her ears with her bruises and cuts scattered over her body.
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And then she realizes something, tears bubbling in her pale blue eyes that she's broken. She's broken like a glass doll that can never be fixed.
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and then Add to home screen.