Tears filled my eyes with fear and confusion.
What was happening?
With every slam of a door, I shivered. No, he wasn't hurting me physically. This was mental abuse. With every shout and slam, my heart almost stopped. A jolt of electricity attacked at random parts of my brain at every single sound.
Then I heard it.
The sound of silence. Sweet, deafening silence. It worries me.
I can't cry out of shock. Every single one of my friends had a perfect life and a perfect family.
No, not me. Always not me.
I can almost see the joy on their faces as they laugh at a hilarious joke their father had made. The father laughs, mouth wide open, teeth not cigarette stained.
I can smell the ripe stench of tar and rat poison coming off of him.
This is why he's acting like this. Out of control.
