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I look at my best friend in dismay. Bruised all over, once more.
'Leave him', I urge her. 'He'll kill you one day'.
She gives me that look. I know she won't go.
'He doesn't love you. It's abuse.'
The door opens and my brother comes in, drunk. He hauls me to the door unceremoniously.
'Get away from her' he hisses.
Something snaps in me. I take out my pepper spray and spray until he is on the floor, howling in pain, blind.
She looks at me angrily, draws back her fist and hits me really hard.
Best friends indeed!

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