Fear surged throughout my whole body. Feeling weak and powerless. I had just got off the bus and was walking up the curved street to my house. Almost paralyzed, I dragged my feet along, getting tenser as I was getting closer to the house. His car wasn't there, and neither was he. I didn't know if I was happy or sad at that exact moment, but as the night grew older, I was frightened. It was 9:00 pm, my bedtime, and he still wasn't present. I got myself all set for bed, and the time kept passing. Nine, ten, eleven, midnight, still not home. I couldn't sleep, I was worried about him. I still loved him, just because he did one thing wasn't going to make me hate him. I went out to kitchen to grab a glass of water, it was already 2:00 in the morning, and there was no sign nor trace of him. Finally, the door flung open. "Sierra! Where the hell are you?!" At the top of his lungs. "I'm laying in bed." I said cowardly. As he stormed down the hallway, I could see the rage in his eyes! *smack* What did I do?... I missed the next day of school because there was a red hand mark on my left cheek...
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A Not So Simple Life
Não FicçãoThis autobiography will take you through the ups and downs of my life. If some chapters make you too uncomfortable or sad, simply just skip that chapter or stop reading. I don't want to give away too much of the book as that just ruins the story...
