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What happens to a girl when her childhood is torn apart? Her parents divorced, nobody to trust, no one to talk to, and constant pain. Then she met him. Is she saved or is it too good to be true?

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2. Mom's abuse

   Marie's pov.

   It was him. Mark. Mark was my mom's ex boyfriend, he hated her, he abused her. He always took advantage of my mom and her money. He hated me. He hated everything about me, my hair, my clothes. how i acted, and especially how my mom would stand up for me when he yelled at me. Except when he was mad at her. If he was mad she would tell me what was wrong with me also. I've never understood why she loved him so much, I've never understood love. It just sounds like a horrible thing that is just set up for you to get hurt, but i guess if they stay that you would never get hurt, but no one will stay, no one will ever stay. 

   Mark pounded on the door, it seemed like the loudest thing ever. I ran into my room and hid under the covers. Then I herd my mom's bedroom door open and she walked to the door and opened it, "what do you want?" she said after she opened the door. He barged in and shoved my mom onto the floor. He walked in and started digging through her things. She stood up, "what the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled. "I'm getting my things." he yelled back. "Thats not yours!" she yelled as she tried to take the little black and gold necklace tat me great grandma have given her for a present. He ragged, he turned around and punched my mom. blood gushing out of her mouth and nose. He gathered more things and left. My mom stood up and walked into the bathroom. I walked in and asked her if she was ok, she said se was fine but she wasn't .

   I hated him. He was horrible. Why did e do this to my mom? She doesn't deserve that. He hits her than lies about it being ok. Why doesn't just tell someone? "Marie lets go." She said. I put my shoes on and went outside to get in the car, but it was gone. Our car was gone. My mom freaked out and called her friend Ashley and told her that Mark took her car. Ashly showed up minutes later and we got in her car. We went to Mark's house and our car was in the back. We saw Mark, he was in his truck, drunk, he had just gotten in a fight so he had blood running down his face. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked my mom. "I want my car." She said. "this isn't your car anymore." he yelled. 

   After fighting for about 15 minutes we left. My mom was furious, but she never did anything. She was afraid of him, and so was I. 

   My dad was in prison and I didn't see him for another 5 years

   

   

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