It's about 4:50am and you hear foot steps which means trouble is soon to come. Your father is up and he sounds angry. You pull you sleeves back down and you quickly turn on your TV. He begins to you yell at you because your room is what he calls "a mess" even though the only thing on your floor is your laptop. He shakes his head in disappointment and leaves the room. You try to fight the tears that are about to stream down your face, but you can't resist them. You lay down and just start letting your emotions flow out of body and you've cried yourself to sleep. It's later that day and your father is off to work. That's the only time of day where you can actually leave your room. You put on a comfortable pair of black socks and make your way downstairs, but you turn around the corner to see that your father awaits for you at the table holding a bottle of vodka and a belt. You know what's ahead of you, and you know it's not good. He gets up from the table and mumbles out "you're.... You're the rrea.. " he feels a pain in his chest, and falls to the ground. You're mother is all the way on the other side of the United States and you don't know what to do. You know you shouldn't do this but you feel like it's the right thing. You hear her pick up the phone "Henry I told you never to call here again." You take your turn of speak on the phone and she's relieved to hear your voice " oh violet sweetie, I didn't know it was you what's going on there" . You explain what's happening and she doesn't answer for a minute, but than picks up the phone "Violet we'll be there in five days, don't worry be brave. You've always been that way". After she hangs up the phone you be gin to panic and run back up to your room and lock yourself in.
