truth is, after leaving my abusive dad's house, it was months before i could finally shake off the fear that one day he would knock on the front door. he'd be there with the police, and he'd tell my mom that if i didn't come back to his house, she'd get arrested and i'd be dragged outside, kicking and screaming and crying. for months, i tensed up every time i heard a car drive down the street, worrying that it might be him.

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