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We talk about the past first. You always start at the beginning.
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I wake up to the sound of glass breaking and muffled shouting. Ma and pa fought often. I lived in what you might call a broken home. We were broke with a pa who spend any and all money we had on booze and whores. Ma was the only one who worked as pa was to drunk to work and I was to young. I occasionally helped my ma or grandpa around the house cause I had nothing better to do. Anyways back on topic. I open my eyes and look at my clock. I was still learning how to read an analog clock so it took a minute to see the time. 12:47, as always woken up less than an hour after I finally fell asleep to my pa screaming in drunken slurs. I was beaten by my father as he knew I was to young to understand that it was wrong. He knew if he beat my ma she would do something about it. My ma tried to get him to stop but he threatened to take custody because he sits on wealthy family and kill me. So there was nothing we could do. I knew better than to try to stop the fighting or stay there I learned the hard way. I slowly crawled out of bed to reduce sound and slip on a jacket to avoid the fall air. I slip on some thick socks and put them and my shoes on. I slowly open window and crawl out shutting it almost fully so I can get back in after they leave. I start walking away crouching by windows so I don't get caught. I walk for over 2 miles until I get to the trailer park to see my dear old friend and comfort, Eddie Munson. I know he's awake because he stays up late on the nights my pa's home just in case I need to come over. I softly tap on the window of his room and see him softly strumming his guitar. I tap a little harder this time and he notices me and gets up quickly but quietly and opened his window. Awhile ago we put a step ladder by his window so I could get in easier. I step up and crawl in. "Thanks Eddie." "Anytime. Let me get some more pillows and an extra blanket then we can go to sleep." I nod softly. A few minutes later he returns with blanket and pillows in hand. He lays them down and flops on his bed patting beside him. I take of my jacket and shoes and slip in next to him. "Goodnight Margaret."
"Goodnight Eddie."
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Why me? The unknown story of Margaret and Eddie
RomanceMargret was just your signature baddie. In reality She was just a goody goody. She's scared of everything but then he comes along. Eddie the Freak Munson.
