So, he did it. My father finally assaulted me. He came lunging at me, grabbing me tightly by the wrists. I dropped the glass I was holding and tried to run away, he chased me, he grabbed my wrists again and grabbed my shirt collar, choking me, slammed me up against a wall and would not let me go. I was screaming at the top of my lungs while he
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