One thing about my father he was always searching for a one-up or the next best high regardless of the path to get there. I grab a tea towel and the hemlock tossing the whole thing into a small pot of water sitting on the stove from earlier in the day. I turn it off the stove, coughing up more blood in the sink every so often hear him stumble around in a drunken sleep walk. I grab the whiskey bottle sitting next tome and pour the hemlock water flower and all in the bottle before passing out. I wake up to him screaming again this time I manage to stand up bottle in hand he rips it from me drinking it down fast than hitting me again I run as best as I can not making it far being punched for the next few minutes till the hemlock takes its hold.
I warned you.
You whore what did you do?
I wont be your victim any longer the police cant hold you due to your connections. I saw the hemlock and took action to end your violence.
Hemlock is a high, you stupid bitch! he screams in anger and pain a hard punch landing on the side of my head. I manage to get up and dial 911 on the old corded wall phone we never disconnected.
I black out and leaving the phone hanging, I fade in and out of consciousness till I pass out again.
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Easy To Love & Easy To Hate
FanfictionNick and Freya have been friends for awhile sometimes a bit more than friends. Will time work in there favor or will blast from the past ruin it all? Can Nick own up to his feelings are will he brush them off
