Amelia's POV:
I was up in my room, laying on my bed sobbing. I could hear my parents fighting downstairs, this always happened. It was routine for Amelia at this point, every night they would drink to much, get angry and then begin fighting, and if they weren't fighting with each other, they were taking it out on Amelia or her younger sister Julia. They had been married for so long that they no longer had any love left.
Before I even had time to collect her thoughts, my parents came barging through my room yelling. " AMELIA SMITH, WE TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THE DISHES IN THE SINK BEFORE YOU LEFT TO SCHOOL THIS MORNING, AND NOW ITS EIGHT PM AND THERE STILL NOT CLEAN! WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF?" My mum yelled. " IM SICK OF THIS SHIT AMELIA, IT ALWAYS SOMETHING WITH YOU!" My father screeched. They were both slurring their words and weren't fully conscious. I missed the days were they wouldn't drink as much and we were a happy family, we had very few happy memories together lately as a family, with everything going on and my parents becoming worse and worse.
" I'm sorry I didn't mean to forget! I came home late from school and then I had homework and I-..." "ENOUGH WITH THE EXCUSES, IF YOU CANT DO A SIMPLE CHORE GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!"
He slammed my door shut and left. I sobbed into my pillow as his words replayed in my head " get out of my house" at the money I realised I will give him what they want, I'll just leave.
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