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   I reached home safely that night.

But I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Yes, I was alive, breathing. Yet, going home wasn't something I wanted, - no what I wanted was something I could never have.

Being accepted, by my parents.

I may have said I hated them, but I know somehow even with all their cruelty, I will still love them.

And that's what scares me.