His fist collided on the side of my head, hitting barely above my eye. I fell onto the dirty wooden floor.

     "You fucking brat," he spit out, "I should have just left you to fend for yourself."

      He pulls out the bills I handed him.

     "What is this shit? Seventy bucks in a week?! That's the best you can do?! You're so fucking worthless! The only reason I kept you is because your fucking whore of a mother is dead."

      I flinched. He could do whatever he wanted to me, but I couldn't just let him insult my mother.

      I clenches my fists, and glared up at him.

      Before I could even have the chance to do anything, he grabbed me by the hair and kneed my face. Then he threw me against the floor again, and continue kicking and beating the shit outta me.

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    I woke up on the hard wooden floor. My body was sore, and hurt everywhere.

    "Shit," I muttered and sucked in a breath. The piece of shit had beat me really bad, my arm hurt a ton whenever I tried to move it. I hoped it wasn't broken. Over the years, I had grown strong bones, simply because, broken bones heal stronger.

    I wobbled over to my small space of a room. I pulled on one of the wooden planks aside and reached inside.

    I sighed in relief. The money I had secretly put aside and saved was still there, a solid $786. Thank god, another one of my mom's boyfriends was a complete idiot.

    The picture of my mom was there too, perfectly undamaged. I brought it close to my chest, no, I couldn't cry. Not now. I hadn't cried every since she died a month ago. She had developed cancer, and there was nothing I could do to save her, no matter what I did. Sure, Tod was a pain in the ass, drinker, and beat me up, but at least I wasn't in Social Services.

    I hauled myself up with my backpack and groaned. I think it's time to finally kiss this place goodbye.