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life's not a game ch 6I couldn't breathe. There holding a gun to my mothers head was my father. After they broke up he wanted custody of me but the court gave it to my mom. I only had a couple visitations with him. The last one was two years ago, and then my mother refused to let me see him because of the bruises he gave me. He wasn't too happy about that, but my mom went to court again and he wasn't allowed any visitations. period. "Why are you here?" "Mya you're coming with me." "I-I don't want to." "You're coming or your mom dies." "NO!" "Well come on then, I already have your stuff packed." I took in a deep breath. "..life's not a game ch 6
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