Seeing Double

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I ran off the school bus, across the street, over three houses to the right, and slammed the door shut beehind me. I couldn't hold the tears in any longer. I let my body slide down the door and cry. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry all of my problems away. But, of course, I couldn't. Literally two seconds after my butt hit the floor, my brother ran downstairs. 

"Bethany! Get your lazy arse off the floor and get to work!" he had a bottle in hand so I knew he was drinking. It was bad enough when he was sober, but when you added the achol, UGH! Why me? Why did everything have to be so hard for me?! "Bethany! GET UP!" the last thing I remember about that day, was the bottle coming closer to my head.

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