Ellie“Please don’t run away from me. Please, Daddy, don't leave me with her!” I jolted awake, my heart pounding like a drum in the silence of the night. My wide-eyed gaze scanned the darkness of my room as I forced my breathing and heartbeat to align. The face of my 6-year-old self remained photographed in my mind. I couldn’t shake away her teary eyes and bruised body as she ran after her father, stopping only to watch as he drove further away from the house, leaving her with Satan herself. A part of me still resent my father for abandoning me that day with her. He eventually came back after a week but that look of horror on his face, him getting his keys, him yelling at my mother asking her how she could do something like that to me, me thinking all the torture was finally over, me thinking he would save me, only for him to drive off and leave me with her with no explanation, it all remained photographed in my mind. There was no “I’m coming back”, or “I’m taking her with me”, h
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