Run Away Before It's Too Late

That bastard just hit my daughter! "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK JORDAN?!" I snarl as I tackle him to the ground. I manage to throw a few punches at him before Johnnie and the others pull me off of Jordan. He has a bruised and bloody lip and a swollen eye. I feel a little satisfaction in the injuries I caused him. He deserves them.
"I don't know what came over me. I'm a despicable human being. No real man hits a child, let alone a female." Jordan quietly say. He breaks down and starts crying into his hands. He speaks like he has witnessed something similar before.
"Jordan, why do you speak as if you have witnessed something similar before?" I question him. He looks up with tears in his eyes.
"Because my father used to abuse my mother and both of my sisters." He says quietly as silent tears streak down his face.
"Maybe you should try talking to Kat Jordan. Knowing her, she'll understand."
*******Kat's POV*******
I heard everything. I feel so horrible for Jordan. I understand now. I put the bloody razor back where it belongs, in my sports bra. I don't want anyone finding them. I wrap my arms in bandages though I only made two cuts on each arm. The rest are on the rest of my body. I grab a long sleeve Issues shirt and wear it. I sit on my bed waiting for Jordan to come up. I want to hear what he's gong to say. No. I need to hear what he has to say.

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