"Jamie! Get the hell in here! Why the hell are your feet bloody?! What the fuck have you been walking in." Red grabbed my arm and shoved me onto the couch.
"You've been walking around town with bloody feet and no coat! What the fuck is wrong with you you stupid shit!"
Red yanked the band aids off me and slapped my face. I started to cry as I realized I had failed. My plan had failed. I was going to run away and die in the frigid cold but it didn't work. Mister had found me and brought me back home. He said it wasn't right for a child to run away. He gave me food and dragged me back to my house. He should have known I didn't want to live with red and rose. He knew but he didn't care. He didn't care.
"Wish I could just get rid of you. You're such a burden. You shouldn't have come back you little shit head. Why the fuck did you come back?!" Red slapped my head again before getting a needle and thread and sewing my cuts back up. It took a lot of whiskey to numb the pain. I had to get away.
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Behind the Closed Curtains
Mystery / ThrillerPeople say that you can never know what goes on behind closed doors. Maybe they shouldn't have paid so much attention to the door and looked more at the curtains. They should examine every stitch, and every color. You can tell a lot about a person b...
