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ok heres the situation. your 15 yrs old. u never liked your dad, you hated him and you had this huge fite. and then he beats you wif a wooden stick until it broke. your mom was yelling at him and everything. and he hits your mom because she tries to stop him from hitting you. and then and then... a couple days later they act like nothings happened. yout mom doesnt want anyone else outside the family to kno this so she doesnt calls the police. you realli cant stand it that everyones living on fine and you get mad seeing your bruises. wat do you do? (link)
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Okay, this has never happened in my house before but it happened to one of my best friends in the entire world and I was/am close to her entire family. (Her grandma totally rocks my socks, seriously!) But anyways, heres what her story.
The first time she told me (and I was the first person she told) was on the phone. The painters had gotten paint on the lights and she knew her parents were going to freak. I told her to call her uncle (they are close and he's a policeman) and get out of the house, but she wouldn't listen to me. So her parents come home, abuse her, and she comes to school the next day with cuts and bruises everywhere. I told her, once again, to tell someone and if she didn't then I will. She didn't, I did. I went to our science teahcer one day when she was standidng right there and he told us to go down to guidance. We went down, explained the situation, and they got the nurse to call DSS. Everyone was worried, my math teacher even offered to take her home with her or to call my mom to say she was going home with me. A couple days later we were at our friend's house all ready to go swimming with our other friend. The phone rang and my friend's mom called to us that it was the friend that was being abused's mom. That friend turns to us, shaking, and goes "I have to go home." I started shaking and hugging her and saying, "What is it? What's wrong?" She told me that DSS were going to go to her house to talk to her family. I was really nervous because I knew there was a possibility she would have to move and I'd never see her again. Her mom came to pick her up and was red and yelling and crying all at once. I took my friend whose house we were at and ran to the farthest part of the house away from the driveway yelling, "Get me away from that woman, now!" I didn't know what I would do if i got too close to her, but it wouldn't have been pretty. Fortunately, my best friend was incredibly lucky. After her parents talked to a social worker about it, they realized what they were doing was wrong. They have never done it again, and a few days after that the friend in question sent me an email thanking me and just saying that she loved me (in a best friend way). It cheered up my day trenmendously.
Sorry that was so long but the point of the story is that there is help.
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