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Eyes open in a flash as pain shoots down from the top of my head. I was flipped out of the makeshift bed I had made on the floor by a fistful of my own hair. As consciousness seared to the forefront of my mind I was scrambling to get my feet underneath myself. Glimpses of Ken came through the pitch black of the non awakened room around me as I was being dragged up the stairs my head hitting each one as I continued to be controlled by my hair. Ken re adjusted his grip on my head as pieces of hair came out of his hand on spilt onto the floor. I was dragged into the cold garage thrown down and I scrambled to gain my dignity by pulling my rags over my more sensitive regions. He threw a set of clothing and shoes at me and forced me out of the garage to go run. I was a fat pig that needed to be shaped. I slid into the clothing and proceeded to run with him following me in the car. It was 3:30 or so in the morning no one else was up. When we got back after an hour or so we did the routine of me handing back the clothing and crawling back to my hole. I knew better than to talk or cry at all or he would come back. Rolling into my blanket I tried to go back to sleep hoping nothing more would happen before school. Most nights I didn't get sleep because I was scared. I wasn't allowed to show it. But deep down I was scared. In the morning I was permitted a shower to get the blood out of my hair and fresh clothing. If anyone were to ask I fell while riding my bike.