(Um this includes abuse. If you don't like it, then STOP READING!)

I was walking home when I found a child being abused by a adult man. "NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE IS ALLOWED TO BE GAY! UNDERSTAND ME YOUNG MAN?!" I stopped walking. That old man is a bitch. I looked at the crying child. (FNAF REFERENCES!) Blood, hand marks, and tears appeared one the boy. I walked over and helped the child up. " AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" The Dad screamed at me. "Mrs.Rice?" John, the child, looked at me. "Yes. My name is Taylor Rice and you have no right to abuse a child." I said walking closer to the man. "He's  GAY!" He said acting like it's a big deal. "So?! I'm bisexual!" I yelled mad at the man. " Take my kid then. Also, I hope your girlfriend dies." I told John to go by the sidewalk. I slapped the man once. Twice. Third time. Fourth. Fifth. All the way until twelve. I walked back to the house and saw Jack there.  He was staring at the door. "Mark won't talk to me... He's been acting strange." Jack told me. Once our conversation was done. I walked over to the fireplace with a stack of letters from a friend, who I found out, cheated on me. While burning them, I was crying. No one knows about this... I'm broken down at my house but not anywhere else...