Alone

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Nihm shut her eyes, reassuring herself that it would all be over soon. She imagined the scene downstairs, her mother barely awake on the couch with an ice pack (she had partied all night, just getting home). Her father, an overweight redneck (who Nihm's mom liked to call a Florida Santa Claus) yelling at her.

She heard indistinct shouts from downstairs and pressed her ear to her locked bedroom door to which only her father had the key.

Suddenly she heard an ear-piercing shout that anyone could hear, ear pressed to the door or not.

"Go to hell Jerry!"

Followed by a stream of vulgar curse words, each parent trying to outdo the other in loudness and crudeness.

"Nihm was lonely last night!" Jerry said.

This was in fact a lie, Nihm had spent the night reading the Harry Potter series when her father was at the bar next door getting drunk while watching Sunday night football.

"How would you know?" Nadine questioned, "You never talk to her!"

This was true, though Nihm wasn't sure what her mother was trying to prove, she didn't talk to her either.

Nihm heard a slap and then a screech and then a thud and the whole 500 square foot apartment shook. Nihm later found out that her father had slapped her mother who in turn kicked him in the groin, and that the shaking of the apartment was not an earthquake, but her father falling.

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