The rain trickles down the burnt roof. The door slams shut as a gun gets dragged into the room. I look over, my dad looks at me.
"How was work?" A tear comes down my cheek as I slowly get up
"Shit, that's what it was." He carried the gun into his room.
I repeat the word "shit" to myself.
"Dad why do you say it?" I knew I said something I would regret later. Why did I say that?
"What did I say?" My dad looks at me in the eye. A killer look.
"SHIT! YOU SAID SHIT!" I said it! I said it!
"What... WHAT!" He runs over to me with some duck tape.
"DAD NO!" I run away as quickly as possible.
I run out of the house and around the back. My eyes water as its 97 outside. My dad screams out my name. I wish my mum was home. She will never come back. Never.
