March 11, 2010
By *Babygurl22* GOLD, Warsaw, Illinois
*Babygurl22* GOLD, Warsaw, Illinois
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October 21, 1979.

Tonight I was beaten by my father, I ran away… He found me about a mile away… He beat me some more… I am 17 years old, my mother died when I was young. So it’s been me and my dad. I am dating this amazing guy his name is Chanc Alexander Leggett, I think I’m in love with him… We’ve been dating for almost 3 years. My dad finally met him about to weeks ago.

Well I’m hanging out with Chanc. Were going to the movies, it is going to be fun. We always go to the movies but doing anything with him is fun. I think I love him. He showed up at my house, he rings the door bell: Ring, Ring, ring. “Hurry up! We must get out of here, NOW!” chanc said. We went as fast as we could, but we didn’t get out in time. My dad walked in my room, “What do you think you’re doing!?” He said. “Leaving, she doesn’t have to deal with you!” Chanc said. “Yeah, I’m done with your stupid crap; it’s a waste of my time and life.” I said as I walked out the door.

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