I'm sitting in my old room at my old house. I hear screaming downstairs. My brothers are gone so I'm by myself. Mom and pop are fighting again. He's probably drunk, as usual. I hear footsteps of the drunken man coming towards my room.
He violently opened the door, dropping his bottle of liquor, screaming at me. I couldn't understand what he was saying. He got even more angry and began pounding on me. Mom ran up and tried to stop him but he pushed her away. I curl up and wince in pain.
I wake up, gasping for air, and sweating furiously. Tears falling down my face. I haven't had a vivid dream like that in a really long time. I look at the time on my phone. 4 in the fucking morning. I get up, my whole body hurting. I wipe my tears away and leave my room. Tommy is sleeping on the couch and I assume Naomi was asleep in her room.
I grab a bottle of vodka I had hidden for myself and I go out on the back patio/balcony. I pop the last of my pills in my mouth, washing it down with the alcohol. Feeling the sting in the back of my throat. I'm so fucking tired but it's getting harder and harder to sleep lately.
I begin to get lost in my thoughts. Not really paying attention to how much I'm drinking. I'm completely numb now, drunk. I hear footsteps behind me. Both Tommy and Naomi giving me a concerned look.
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Fighter
FanfictionThis story is about a small, fucked up family and a sisters family friend. They all happen to have a past of professional fighting. Tommy (One of the brothers) and Naomi (The family friend) begin to bond and find out that they have served together i...
