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It's been a year and a half since my last entry, so I guess I have a lot to write.

One of dad's friends from jail had moved in with us, and he brought fake guns. My dad had continued drinking alcohol and getting drunk on a daily basis. I had also learned he was a drug addict. His friend called my cellphone to tell me that he dealt and did drugs such as crack, xanax, other prescription pills, and the rest I don't remember. Afterwards, my dad went bankrupt. We had no water, air conditioning, food, cable, or most necessities. He spent the little money we had on drugs, and couldn't keep me in catholic school anymore. After the school had locked me in a nurses office for six hours, I was kicked out because I couldn't pay tuition.

For a month I was homeschooled. My mom had moved back down to Florida, and I was seeing her some times, but not that much. At home, the things my dad said became more harsh, how my mother abandoned me, how I wasn't worth anything, and than, would beat me. Rachel ended up moving in with us. Every single day I'd hear my dad rape her- her screaming for her life, them both on drugs. Rachel was my best friend,a nd I couldn't take it anymore. I got some normalcy when my mom enrolled me in a public school not far where she lived. My dad would drop me off, and I'd take a bus to my mom's house.

I gained a lot at the new school. I knew people there, and everyone was cool. I ended up stayig with my mom until five every day, where I could let my gaurd down until i got home and had to repeat the painful cycle.

I stayed with my mom for the last week of school, and then she returned me to my dad.

My dad immediatly left the house with rachel right when I got home. He wouldn't speak to me. When he came back, he was high and drunk, and I was in his room with my kitten (my cat had just given birth, and I wanted to see the new kittens). My dad told me to leave the room, he was obiously pissed off at something, but rachel wanted me to stay, as she looked at me wit her sorrow-filled eyes. So I said no, I wouldn't leave. i couldn't bare lsitneing to rachel getting abused anymore.

So my dad punched me across the knee.

"You will NEVER hit me again." I said, boldly- strongly.

My dad made a fist about ready to punch me. Rachel yelled no, and he stopped. He picked me up by one foot and one arm, and he threw me against the wall. I grabbed for rachel's cell phone, yelled that I would cal my mom, and left the room.

My dad immediatly locked it, and I heard rachel's screams. She screamed for her life as the phone began ringing. My mom answered. "Mom, did you leave for Jacksonville (where she'd see her dying brother)?"

"No, why?"

"Dad punched me."

There was silence, and then a sigh. "We'll come get you."

Hearing rachel's screams caused me t freak. I set the phone down, and began breaking down. My mind couldn't bare this anymore. I needed to escape. I began crying- and then praying for the first time.

"I'm sorry! Please make it stop! I'll believe in god, I'll stop paganism- anything! Just please stop the noise." I sobbed and sobbed, and then it was gone. Rachel stopped screaming. I began praying again: "Please get me out of here. I'll do anything." A wind from outside had embraced me, and I walked out of the back door, to find it was pouring rain. I soon saw headlight, and my mom drove into the driveway.

My mom walked in the house, and my dad came out of the room. They both started yelling at eachother. My dad ended up pushing my mom, my mom pushed back,a nd there was a huge fight. The police were called, and we left. We told the police the truth- me, my mom, and my mom's boyfriend (my new stepdad, now)- and my dad was arrested.

I don't feel like typing anymore. its hard to remember (I've learned to block everything out). But I want to thank everyone who's ever read my journal. You've really helped me get out of the terrible situation i was once in. I'll pos more about what happened later.

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