I jolt out of bed to my door as I hear a loud bang. I slowly open my door and notice my parents door (which is right across the hall) was cracked. Which was unusual. They usually had it wide open because my cat liked to sleep with them. And she would've had the door opend by now. As I heard another bang I opend their door. I saw my mom on the floor with blood comming from her eyebrow. Maybe she fell? But my dad had his hand in a fist. His eyes were so... so evil. I was affraid of him. But I was frozen. All I could do was stare. I swear we stood in the same position for what seemed like ten minutes. And he started spriting twoards me. I was terrified. So I ran. My mother shouting. All I knew was I wasn't safe anymore. But again I heard another bang from the room. So I slowed my pace inside the living room, looking back I saw the door completely shut and my bathroom doorknob... missing? Where'd it go? Well I have to try to calm things down. As I approach the room it gets quieter. Knowing they could her me I asked what was going on. And I had no reply. Stood infront of the door for thirty minutes, and yes, I counted. Knowing that either they were in bed, trying to be quiet, or he.. he killed her. So I peeked under the door and no-one was on the floor anymore, so I tried to go back to bed.
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Kaleb
Non-FictionThis will be a story of a boy who turns from a huge player into a actual true and loving 14 year old boy. Who settles with Jasmin and finally finds the purpose of love in his own words. He used to jump girl to girl. Cheating big and hurting many of...
