Today I came back from LA to see my parents knowing my mom wouldn't be happy to see me. As soon as I got home my mom was drinking as usual " why the hell are you here" she said, I replied " not to see you" she stood up and tried to start an argument " I didn't come here to start arguing with you again" I shouted. I went upstairs to look for dad, I heard water running and my dad on the phone saying "it's done" wondering, I walked into the bathroom I saw blood on my dads hands and in the sink "DAD" I said " Lilliana It's not what it looks like"......... "What happened " I say "I was finishing something for my boss it's nothing" he said, I wonder if that was blood because that can not be paint because my father would be to busy to do something like painting. I asked him what happened to his hands " I accidentally dropped a knife and it cut my palm" he says "be careful next time"
I said. I left to my room to redecorate it because I haven't been in there in forever because my dad always sends me away for some reason I want to know, I go to $5 and below to get new posters etc. I redecorate my room when I get home and finally the best part of the day sleep and then the worst I go to school tomorrow.........
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Tough life
ActionI still remember the day my parents started doing what they still do now. 17 years old my dad needs me to be surrounded by three guards there must be a reason.
