Aidan and I were coloring in the kitchen as we waited for Miley to come home. Miley taught us how to cook so if she wasn't home we could. It's January and mommy hasn't been home in two months.
The door opens and I look up. Mileys standing there while leaning against the wall for support. "what's up slut?" she asks drowsily.
"she's drunk." Aidan says. I stand up and hold her hand. "let go of me!" Miley shouts as she slaps me. I fall to the ground, cradling my cheek.
Aidan guide her upstairs before he hands me an ice pack. We sit at the table and eat the soup Aidan made.
After dinner I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. A nasty purple bruise is already forming. I sigh and splash cold water on my face. I wince from the pain.
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The World Through Her Eyes
Ficción GeneralAmber is a young girl who's dad died. Parents and adults never really know what a kid goes through after their parents die. This story is in the point of view of a young girl named Amber after her father dies. She has to deal with her mother working...
