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TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN NON-DESCRIPTIVE SITUATIONS INVOLVING CHILD ABUSE THAT MAY MAKE SOME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT CONTAIN THESE SITUATIONS IN GREAT DETAIL BUT I FELT THE NEED TO ADD THIS WARNING JUST TO BE SAFE. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY! Toby: I was running through the house. My dad was on my a.s.s, ready to use the belt in his hands that had already been wrapped around my throat to get any hit in on me that his hands couldn't reach. I just wanted something to eat. I should have known better. I should have eaten at Logan's, but practice ran late, and I knew he was already going to be angry when I came home. "I'm going to kill you," he howled as I crawled into the attic space in my closet, closing off the door in silence, in darkness. He always thinks