Fighting

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I awake so very very tired... I change my clothes and am about to head into the kitchen for breakfast but, I am interrupted by sreams. "NO!... STOP IT! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" My mother yells.

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!..." My father yells at her. I then hear what I think is the sound of someone being beaten.

"OW!!... STOP IT!" My mother yells.

"I'M TIRED FROM WORKING! I'M SO SORE! AND WE DONT HAVE ANY MONEY FOR FOOD!" he yells, beating her.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!" She yells back.

"THEN WHOSE IS IT!?" He screams. I rush out of my room and into the living room to see my mother sitting in the corner with tears in her eyes, and my father standing over her, arm drawn back.

"UH!?" I yell surprised. "Leave her alone!" I yell, rushing over to him, and holding back his arm.

"ERRIKU! NO!" My mother yells.

"Pesky bratt!' My father yells, slamming me to the ground.

" UH!?" I yell in pain.

"No!" My mother yells, crying.

"Hm. I'm leaving!" My father yells, and walks out the front door, slamming it behind him.

"Erriku, are you alright?" My mother asks.

"Yeah...I'm fine. What about you?" I ask.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a couple scratches a bruises." She answers back.

"...I hate him...So much..." I say.



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