At fourteen, my father, stabbed me through the thigh with a sword. At fifteen, he cut me badly enough to need stitching a dozen times. When I was sixteen, he nearly severed the fingers from my left hand. A year later, he trampled me with his horse, breaking my arm and cracking my skull. When I reached eighteen it was determined that I should leave his house.

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