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On one occasion, I accidentally got blood on the sheets, and she beat me up so hard I passed out. As I sobbed, the woman came down with a small cup of what looked like green medicine.

I swallowed it immediately – desperate for pain relief.

But in reality, I was still a child – hormonal and naïve – and after an incident with my boss left me in tears, I didn’t know what to do.

‘They’re in the washing machine,’ said the woman who I still assumed was his mum, turning from the counter where she was preparing food. And he’s out.’ And with that, she punched me in the face.I’d had enough of this stupid town, I told myself, kicking at a flowerpot.If I stayed here, I’d just end up working in Woolworths until I died.School had finished for the summer, and I was working as many hours as I could in a local business, playing at being a ‘grown up’ and trying to save some money.I loved it – seeing the money in my bank account stack up at the end of every week; checking the rota to see what my shifts were going to be; telling my friends I’d meet them ‘after work’.

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