Crashing bottles, Cries, and cigarrette smoke.
The normal day for Xeno.
His father had been drinking again, well, not again, as usual, and this time, he was throwing bottles at his son.
Why was he throwing bottles?
His son was gay, he didnt like that.
Why was he drinking?
He was in debt.
And somehow, this was Xenos fault.
"You shitbag!, all you do is fuck up, a dissapointment you are!, leave!"
The only thing that was audible from Xenos point was his wails and crying, to which he turned to face his mother, who did no more than look beyond the boy.
"Dont look at that bitch for help!, get out!, you're pissing me off!" said The Father, as he threw another brown bottle at the boy. which nearly missed his head.
Xeno ran out of the house, another day.
