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Mike Fuentes Is My FATHER?!?!

It's all just Beatings and Lies

My adoptive mother hit me over and over again. I had just died my hair and tried to sneak out. She hit me over and over again until she passed out because she was drunk. I ran upstairs and grabbed my hairties, sneakers, wallet, phone, earbuds, and jacket. I took the exit through the front door and I blew that pop stand. The venue wasn't that far from where I was so I got there really fast. I tripped and fell into someone's arms. I heard a familiar voice. I looked up and saw Vic Fuentes standing there. He looked at me and took me inside his tour bus. He sat me down on the couch and called Mike over. He came in and stared at me. He just stared. As did Vic. I cleared my throat. "Can someone explain to me what's going on?" I asked. Mike looked at me and shook his head. "What's your name?"
"M-Moria C-Christianson."
"what's your birthday?"
"O-October 31st."
"why is there a bruise on your cheek."
"My adoptive mom abuses me."
mike and Vic went silent. Mike asked me "Do you know your real parents?" Everyone went silent. "N-no...." I said. He took out a photo in his jean pocket. "Is this you?" He asked me, holding it out.
"yes. How did you get this?"
"This....this is my baby. You're my baby girl." He said. Tears flowed from my face and I ran up to him and hugged him. "D-Daddy....." I whispered. He rubbed my back. "It's me. It's me." He whisdpered back. I smiled.
"OK OK WAIT WAIT HALD UP." Vic said. I looked at him. "You said your adoptive mom abuses you. Is this true?"
"Yes. yes it is. She beat me before I came here because I died my hair and tried to sneak out."
"That bitch...." My dad mumbled. I looked at him. "She was drunk. She always is. It's terrible. When she isn't drunk she's high. She beats me every day when I get home from school, a concert, basically every time she can get. I didn't eat, I cut, and I tried suicide last year. I've gotten better because my friend Parker helped me. He's been through the same thing. Please don't make me go back there!" I pleaded. My dad and Vic hugged me. "Never." They whispered at the same time. "Never again. Because you're living with us. Let's go get your things. The concert was canceled." Dad said. Wait wait wait wait wait....DAFUQ?!

Notes

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Comments

You should update. It's a good story

HeatherMiller HeatherMiller
2/26/14