5 days until the party.

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Tw: abuse, swearing, blood
Michaels pov:

Evan screamed as i jumped out of behind the banister, almost tripping and falling down the stairs. He hugged his  fredbear plush before running off, slamming his door shut. I laughed, he was such a crybaby.

"MICHAEL!"
Shit. I ran down the stairs and towards my dad, my fear growing as i saw his face. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and threw to the floor.

"YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY" he spat as i slowly stood up, then he slapped me. I winced in pain, holding my cheek where he had hit me. "YOU BULLY YOUR POOR BROTHER, JUST LEAVING HIM ALONE FOR ONCE" he almost screamed, before grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be the TV remote, and throwing it at me. It hit my fucking nose! I held my hand up to it and looked at blood dripping down my face, onto the floor. "Now apologise." He demanded, looking down on me. "Sorry father" i muttered. "WHAT WAS THAT?" He yelled, grabbing me by my collar once more. "sorry father!" I said, louder now. approving of my 'apoloishronkey' he dropped me, landing on my elbow, i screamed. Then he kicked me. I glared at him as he walked out the room.  

After that, i stood up, limping up the stairs. And into my room. I locked my door and sat down on my bed, wiping my nose, smearing blood across my hand.

250 words 
-T 

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