Blake....
I sat on the bench close to the convenience store. I had become just like him, my father. How different could I say I was from that man? A hooligan with no sense of direction, that was me and that was him. I put the cigarette to my lips, but I was unable to light it. Angrily, I threw at the ground.
Fuck...
Even smoking seemed disgusting to me, anything he did I wanted to be far from me. I was so feeble minded.
Haaaa..
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"Let go of me!!! PLEASE I'M SORRY!!"
I quietly took a cup of juice and left the kitchen. It was nothing new, she makes a mistake and then he starts beating her. Although, it seems wrong of me, I blame her for her situation. For our situation. My dad was the street thug when she met him. Not like she was any better, she was a mere prostitute. Apparently, when they were dating everything was going well until they moved to this town. My mother wasn't familiar with the town, but she had a better job and was happy.
They lived conveniently especially since my dad had won a lottery. What great luck? Of course, that only applied to my dad not my mum. At some point, they lost everything to my dad's bad gambling habit, and she supported him for a while.
If I were her, I would have left him but only God knows how good he was to her that she stayed with him. It didn't end well for her though because soon enough he became restricting and overbearing. She lost her job and a chance to live this town, she also lost her right of dignity and free living. My dad became worse day by day and although I should,I didn't pity her for making horrible life decisions.
I mean of course at some point I did but now I no longer did that.
The shouting stopped.
Finally...
I walked down the staircase to drop the glass in the sink.
Shit...
I saw my mum sprawled on the ground. Dead. I saw my dad standing by the backyard door with a rope in his hands. I could see it the signs that she tried to fight back. Maybe she wasn't at fault, maybe i was just trying to clear my conscience, maybe i was giving myself a reason to act cowardly. maybe i knew he was at fault yet i chose to ignore. why? because i was a freaking weakling.
Crash.
I ran out of the house with all I had. Tears welled up my eyes as I thought of the many ways, I could have saved her from her death. I should have just said something, but what could I have possibly done? A lot. I sat down on the grass as the cool December breeze stroked my hair. The snow fell from the sky, the first snow of the year.
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I took a deep breath looking at the pale grass beneath me. The memory of last year plagued me.
"Blake?"
I looked back to face Reign my younger sister. I looked at her small chubby hands in the gloves as she put them on my cheek.
"Daddy's acting weird again"
I sighed looking at reign before sitting on my lap. i grabbed her chubby cheeks dragging them a little.
"Blake stoopp" she whined.
"Come I'll tell you a story"
"noo... your stories are the worst"
"OK then get up and leave" I said jokingly pushing her away.
"No, I'm sorry. I'll listen but your stories are the Absolu-... the worst"
Of course, they are and yet you always ask for another one. She finally slept off. And I? I stood up and took my sister somewhere else for the night. I refuse to make the same mistake as her
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THE CHRISTMAS GIFT
Short Story****** Ally Houston was once a world famous actor. Being the winner of the world's favourite female award and many more, a lot of agencies had chased her with the goal of scouting her. Though, when she is found at a party engaging in drugs and other...
