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Michael

•Flashback•
"Michael what the fuck is wrong with you!" My dad yelled. "Daryl stop!" My mom yelled. "Karen, this boy is an ungrateful son of a bitch!" He yelled. My mom held me back. "Daryl, you're drunk and high. Just stop." My dad laughed. "I'm not either of those!" My eyes felt as though they were on fire from holding back the tears. "Mommy." I said quietly. "Shut up you little shit!" My dad yelled. "Michael get upstairs." My mom said. I nodded and ran towards my room. Then I felt hands around my waist. I screamed. "Put me down!" I screamed louder. "Daryl put him down!" My dad shook his head and wrapped his arm tighter around my waist. I winced. "You're hurting him!" My mom screamed tears running down her face. "Make me." My dad said laughing. "Put him down!" She yelled. He dropped me down to the ground. I landed hard onto my knees. My mom ran up to me. "Baby." She picked me up. "Get the fuck out of my house!" My dad walked closer. "No." She held my head. "Get out."

"Fucking bitch!" I heard my father yell at the door. My mom held me close. "Mommy, what's wrong with daddy?" She hugged me tighter. "Nothing honey. Nothing." I heard the fear in her voice. "Open the fucking door! Open this motherfucking door, Karen!" I could hear loud banging. My head shook. "It's okay Michael."
•Flashback over•

My eyes flashed opened. I looked around my room. I was shaking. Tears ran down my face. I pulled my legs out from under the covers. I pulled my pants up above my knees. I looked at the scars on them. I shook my head. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I looked at my hands. I tried to hold them still but they just kept shaking. I looked down and stood up.

"Mom," I said. She didn't answer. "Mom?" I said again walking into the kitchen. She held a bottle of wine in her hand. "Fuck off." She said her words slurred. "Mom, stop drinking." She looked up. "Get off my fucking back!" I shook my head grabbing the bottle out of her hand. "What are you doing!" She yelled reaching for the bottle. I pulled it back. "Mom, stop." She sighed. "You little shit!" She screamed. "Give me my drink!" I shook my head. "I'm not loosing both my parents to addictions. She shook her head. "I can't fucking stand this family." She yelled walking up the stairs.

I sat there on the couch listening to my mom's screams. I closed my eyes. "Michael!" She yelled. I shook my head. I grabbed my crutches and stood up. I walked over to the door. "Where the fuck do you think you're going!" She slurred. "Out." I yelled. "That's what your father said! But he bought drugs!" I looked at her. "Maybe I am." She barged down the stairs. I stepped outside and slammed the door behind me.

I walked over to the car. I shook my head. "I can't loose you mom." I cried. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. I looked at the house. I saw her slimmed down on the couch. I put the keys in the ignition.

"Where the fuck is he!" I yelled at the woman at the front desk. "Excuse me?" She said. "Daryl Clifford. Where is he!" I yelled. "Are you family?" I nodded. "I'm his son." I said. "Please, sit over there." I walked over to the chairs. "What happened to you kid?" Someone asked. "Car accident." I said. The man shook his head. "What are you here for? What's your addiction?" I looked at him. "Nothing. I'm here to see someone." The man nodded.

"Clifford!" Someone yelled. I looked up. I grabbed the crutches. "Where's my dad?" I asked. The person put their hand on my back. "Come with me."

I followed behind the person. "What's going on?" The person sighed. "What the fuck is going on!" I walked in front of the person. "What is happening?" I looked at him. "What happened to my dad?" He shook his head. "You're father overdosed somehow." I shook my head. "Mother fucker!" I screamed. "Did you want to see him!" I lifted my hand. "Fuck you!" I yelled.

"Mom!" I yelled. There was no answer. I walked through the house. "Mom!" There was still no answer. I walked into the kitchen. "Mom, no!" I screamed. "Please no!"

Note: WHAT! His dad's gone. Is his mom gone too? What do you think.

Sorry for updating so fucking late. I had terrible writers block.

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