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I had started to drive home from work knowing what’s going to happen when I get home. I start to drive down my street and I pull into my drive way,I get out of my car and I lock it then I start to walk inside. I enter my house and I close the door behind me I then hear a manly voice behind me when I close the door, it’s my father. He says to me “Where have you been.” I turn aroun and I notice the beer bottle in his hand. “I was just at work.” I reply I notice his grip on the beer bottle tighten. “Why didn’t you tell me before hand!!” He says as he starts screaming and getting angry. I stay silent growing scared of what he is going to do. “Answer me god dammit!” He then throws he beer bottle at the wall next to me I flinch. “I did tell you!” I yell back.” dont raise your voice at me young lady!” He then walks over to me and slaps me across the face. I start to cry and shake uncontrollably. “S-stop Dad your hurting me!!!” I plead. “You need to learn your lesson and you need to learn to be respectful!!” The next morning I woke up with bruises and cuts all over me. I notice my dad went to work already so I start to pack some clothes. I grab my keys from the table,I then walk out to my car and I drive away. A few hours later I arrive in a new town and I go an I get a hotel.