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When I was 14 years old my dad became very 

mean and cruel to me. It got so bad I decided 

to write a journal about it. May 1st 2013 I 

came home from school and my dad was 

drunk. I was very shocked to see him drunk 

seeing that I had never saw him drunk before. 

I asked him could I go to my friends house. He 

told me no and then he beat me and sent me 

to my room. He made me get up and clean the 

house by myself. The next morning he made 

me get up and clean the entire yard by myself 

before I went to school. if I didn't finish by the 

time it was time for me to go to school he was 

gone beat me even worse.

The drinking got worse the beatings got worse 

and my life just became worse and worse. 

Days and days went on and nothing had 

changed everything was still just getting 

worse. One day I went to school and my 

teacher saw me crying she asked me what was 

wrong and I told her the truth she said she 

was going to get help for my dad and she was 

going to help me. 

The next morning the people from the rehab 

place came and picked me dad up strapped 

him down and took him to the rehab center. I 

didn't want to see my dad go but I knew it was 

for the best. It had been happening so long I 

didn't have any feelings about him leaving. My 

teacher came and picked me up and told me I 

will be staying with her from now on. I knew 

by my dad going to rehab he could have got 

into a lot of trouble but I was more focused on 

my life.

I would go see my dad every couple of days 

and see how he was doing and to just check on 

him. Some days when I would go he would 

seem like his normal self and then some days 

he looked like a person I never knew. I missed 

him a lot but I wanted him to get better before 

he came home. With him gone I still went to 

school every day and tried to be the best 

student I could be. I even kept my grades at 

straight A's.  

My teacher was a very nice lady to me she 

bought me a lot of nice fancy things. She took 

me places I have always wanted to go. And 

she made me so happy and made me feel like 

I was at home she never made me feel like I 

was not welcomed in her home.

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