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Deke locked him the closet. “Me, he’d hit. With a belt buckle, usually. He locked me in a closet first, then he’d go and get good and drunk and then I’d hear his footsteps walking down the hall, and he’d open the door. The rule was I couldn’t raise my hands. I had to stand there and take it! And if I ran, it made it worse.
