As John leaned down to pick up the lunchbox his mom asked, he looked up at his stepdad seeing a disgusted look on his face. His heart started beating after his chest when his stepdad picked his foot up like. He tucked his head under his hands waiting for the stomp to come but it never did. He heard footsteps walking away into the room his mom walked into. Soon after, the door shut and he removed his head from under his hands. Screams could be heard from behind the door followed by the sound of punches being connected. John ran into his room and hid under the covers, trying to block out all the noise that was happening. He knew he couldn’t stop it, every time he tired, the hits would just get harder. John laid in his bed, praying for the nightmare to end, he knew one day it would.
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