July 13th, 2016

Dear diary,

Ever since I told Will to stop calling me, he's been texting me instead. So I did what I said I would do.

I blocked his number.

I was getting sick and tired of his calls and texts and emails. He broke up with me. Shouldn't I be the one running back to him? I mean, you would think that, right?

I got so annoyed at him, I threw my phone at the wall. Good thing it didn't break, or else my dad would've killed me.

My dad was a violent person. If something went his way, he was happy. If something didn't go his way, he'd make sure it went his way. No matter what he did.

I was actually scared of my dad.

Sometimes he'd hit my mom for no reason. She'd come into my room to comfort me, after he was done yelling, and I'd see bruises forming on her pale skin, cuts here and there. One time, she got a cut so bad, she needed to get stitches.

And she told everyone that she dropped a sharp knife while cooking.

Was it believable?

No.

This was something I never told anyone.

I hope I can trust you with my secret, diary.

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