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He tore up my college acceptance and said I’d never leave his house—he didn’t know the house was never his to control.I still remember the way his fingers tightened around that envelope before he tore it apart like it was nothing. That letter was my way out, my future, everything I had worked for in silence, and in a few seconds it was gone. He didn’t even hesitate. He didn’t ask me how hard I worked for it. He didn’t care. He just looked at me across the table and said I wasn’t going anywhere b