Come on! You're holding up the line!" yelled a woman near the end of the line. With a dazed look on her face, Nina moved forward and grabbed the toothbrush, toothpaste, and washcloth and continued on. She shoved the items in an old, brown, over-the-shoulder bag. She wore a ripped pair of Gap jeans, a white-turned-gray Polo sweater, a beat up pair of Crocs, and an Old Navy skull cap with mix-match gloves. Nina made her way to an empty cot and looked around. She sat in a large box-shaped room.
[...] What kind of mother are more smart comment and I'll give you the beating Victor should have.” A deeply sad, hurt, and confused look fell upon Nina's face. can you say something like that to me at a time like this? It's me you're only child. Do you not care at all what happens to do. I just don't believe the things you are saying to me right now. This isn't the first time you've made these accusations against Victor, Nina. [...]
[...] can you please just come home now. I'll explain when you get here” Nina exclaimed. “I'll get there when I responded Nina's mother. A few hours later, Nina's mother arrived. She walked in casually, hung up her coat, and read the mail. She eventually made her way up to Nina's room. She opened the bedroom door and saw Nina lying on her bed in a fetal position. “What's wrong with her mother asked. Nina sighed and began to tell her mother what she had just endured. [...]
[...] There were battered and abused women just like her from wall to wall. She looked at the crying child next to her, and her heart began to ache. Then she noticed a small piece of paper on the ground. Curious, she picked it up. It read, “Come as you are, the Lord is waiting.” It was a flyer for Sunday morning service at the church across the street. Nina decided to attend the service. She walked into the church feeling bit hesitant and intimidated. There was an organ playing [...]
[...] As she saw him sitting there, a look of disgust fell came upon Nina's face. Nina murmured with an attitude. forgive you.” Victor replied with an insincere look on his face Ceramic plates hit the wall and shattered one by one; then cups; then bowls. want dinner? Fix it yourself! I'm sick of the late nights and long hours. You're never home anymore!” get your ass in here and make some food right you slow? Get your ass in this kitchen!” said Lamont pushed Nina into up against the wall and began to choke her. [...]
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