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friends who always help

"God damnit Doss! Why do you even silently bear all that he does to you?" Her roommate nothing but yelled at the petite girl who was bawling her eyes out.

Dossam had no answer and so she kept quiet, knowing well, her friend won't keep it to herself and barge into their house and kick him who wronged her.

"Let it be Cammy. I am alright." She wiped her face clean and got up to help her with dinner.

"Where are you going?" Cameron frowned seeing her friend stretching and wearing her slippers.

"Kitchen. Why?" Dossam asked turning to look at her friend who looked ready to murder her.

"Are you kidding me, Doss? That vile man beats you yet you don't speak about it! Why? Just why don't you report it to the police?" Cameron was exasperated at Dossam's lack of courage to grow a bone against her abusive stepfather.

"Mom loves him, Cammy! I cannot just snatch their happiness." She stated lowly and Cameron had had enough.

"What do you think? I am blind or what? That I can not see your bruised face behind that makeup? You know what? I am done telling you to take a stand when you are yourself not willing to! Your mother is no better than your bastard of a stepfather. He beats you now what if he forces you? Do you think he won't try?" Her friend tried to put some sense into her but Dossam was way too scared to understand.

"Cam..." The doorbell rang and Cameron sighed, knowing it was her loving boyfriend.

"Please Dossam! Think about what I have said okay?" She left to cater to her boyfriend's needs.

Dossam sighed as she freshened up in the spare room Cameron and her boyfriend Ryan had in their apartment.

Ryan was a practicing doctorate and completing his last year in medical school. Cameron met him at one of the parties, through their mutual friend threw now and then.

Ryan had met Cameron and instantly they clicked and went out on a few dates before finally confessing their undying love for each other.

Dossam was Cameron's best friend and they had studied all their lives together at the downtown local school. She knew about all that went down in Dossam's life and always tried to take a stand for her but the petite girl always denied any kind of assistance in that.

Ryan even went forward and took her to the police station but Dossam refused to speak and they came back dejected.

Dossam was scarred for life. She had nowhere to go except for her friend's house she would sometimes stay the night at when things used to get heated at her place.

She was eighteen yet didn't have a stable job or money to get her own place. Her life was pretty good before her father was alive but things took a drastic change when her mother's ex-boyfriend came into the picture, ruining their lives.

The dinner went silent and Dossam quietly went back to her assigned room. She hated spoiling her friend's mood or their plans but she also had nowhere to go except for them. They always used to be generous enough to lend her a room if she ever comes crying to them.

Ryan gestured for Cameron to go after her but she shook her head. "She needs space. Let her think things through. This can never be settled if she does not take a stand." Although her words sounded cruel but she wanted the best for her friend who she loved dearly.

Ryan just nodded in response and kissed her lips. "Okay and if you want you can sleep with her tonight." He suggested and Cameron nodded. "Yes, I was thinking the same."

After clearing up everything, they turned their separate ways and retired for the night.

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It was early in the morning when Dossam woke up and hurriedly packed her stuff, covering her bruises with makeup, and left her friend's apartment in haste. She didn't want to miss her first class of the day and get herself marked as absent.

She needed to find a stable job away from the toxic residents of her house. She never knew she'll think of leaving her mom but her friend was right. She needed to get away from her abusive stepfather. Who always took out all his frustrations at her poor body.

Her life remained complicated after the death of her biological father who she missed the most. Had he not been six feet under, she wouldn't be living a life of a slave.

What was her fault in everything? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. She was just a punching bag for the husband of her mother and a doormat for her mother.

She often reminisced the memories of her mother and hers. Remembering how they used to wait for the man they loved, her father and her mother's husband, the one she loved the most, or she pretended to love.

She sometimes doubted the love her mother showered upon her biological father. Was it always fake? She had no idea and also had no courage to ask her mom.

However much she was beaten to death, she still thought of her as her mother and forgave her.

She was very, very innocent for the world of evils, of sins, and of darkness.

She had asked Ryan to help her find a job, be it a job of a cleaner but she needed it.

It was afternoon when she reached her house and as she took near it, she prayed her stepfather wasn't home or she'd be doomed for life.

"Where were you last night?" Her mother sharp voice had her whipping her head in the other direction.

It was her mom, unmoving and hungover, yet still were fully aware of her daughter's absence last night.

"Mom... I-I had to complete an assignment so I stayed at Cammy's." She told her mother truthfully but a hand landed on her face and she was thrown to the floor.

"You w***e!"

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