MY ESCAPE
Apr 16, 2020
2 minutes
Words by Hattie Bishop
We’d still have our good days, when we’d go for rides on my bike and she’d wrap her arms around me…
In those moments, I could almost forget the abuse.
But not for long.
Tracy would cut up my clothes in a temper, pin me up against the wall and dig her nails into me.
All I had to
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