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Chapter 6

 "You're always safest with what you know," Mom used to say. "and if you know nothing, you're safest on your own."

I could never understand that. It was one of the few things that really got to me.

I remember sitting in my room one night, rolling a red dinky-car over my carpeted floor—occasionally snagging it on a loose thread. It was late and well past my bed time, but no one had told me that. I was only five, and wasn't aware of the time; all I knew was that Dad usually came to tuck me in when it was time to sleep.

So I continued rolling my banged up dinky-car over and over, not even giving bedtime a thought.

That's when I heard it.

The unmistakable voice of my dad yelling—screaming at the top of his lungs. I dropped my dinky car and ran to the window. There he was, a gun pressed against his head, his finger wrapped a little too tightly around the trigger. My mom was there too; her robe tied loosely around her waist, face pale with fear. She had just come out of the shower, it seemed, and her wet hair was strung wildly across her face. The memory was foggy, but I could never seem to shake the feeling that things would never be the same.

Mom put a hand out, but instantly pulled back like she was afraid he'd bite it off. Dad half yelled, half gargled something, and pulled the trigger. She put her hands over her mouth and her eyes shot to my window. When she saw me she screamed and fell to her knees, tears inevitable.

That's when all the neighbours began to pile out of their houses

I couldn't make out their words, but I could clearly hear the police sirens from a dozen blocks away. But that didn't matter, because they were already too late. There, in the middle of the street laid my big, strong father. Well, now I know better, because he was nothing but a coward.

For some reason, I don't remember crying. I just sat back on my heals and started rolling my dinky car over my carpeted floor—occasionally snagging it on a loose thread, because it was well past my bedtime, and I had no dad to tuck me in.

A/N

I know, I know. It's short and crappy. I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK! I'm putting out a S.O.S for anyone who'd like to help me with this. If you have nay suggestions on what you'd like to see in the next chapter, feel free to comment below...please?

~Shado_Rider