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Jun 2018
It was winter cold
fierce iciness against our skin
dawn was far away and ignored our disruption
I stood in front defending my friend
Then a violent ****** of his rage
My body thrown feet away
The ground now greets me with sharp pain
The still quiet dark, snow stinging my skin.
He stands above me laughing like sin
get up! Run! Stupid girl!
Frantically running panicked scared
I enter his house, is anyone there?
Room to room, locked a door
Holding it shut with all my strength
Pounding, kicking , yelling, Cursing
He crashes thru, a vase smashes near
run run stupid girl!
Away from his hands around my neck
Back outside to find my motionless friend
Get up! Get up! We have to go!
She doesn't move and now I know
He slowly walks down his driveway towards us
Paralyzed, alone  and unprepared
Table leg in his hand, I'm shaking in fear
I steel myself, ready to brave a beating
Inches from us, he stops...raises his arm
Out of the darkness
Police Cars lights and voices surround us
Saved saved from Anthony's rage!
A true story
Noel Billiter
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Noel Billiter  40/F
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   Brandon Conway
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