Kendall comes home from the station. As soon as he gets home he paces back and forth thinking about what he should do. Like he even think properly. He had too many thoughts in his head about what he should do with him and his father. Running away, living with someone else, not saying nothing at all, pretending you know nothing, or just killing him. Since his dad wasn't home he went to go check if his dad's gun was where he still left it. With a sigh of relief it was. Now with the gun Kendall was debating on what to do. Like shooting him in his leg for a warning or just putting the bastard out of his misery. Before he could have thought any further he heard his dad come home. Kendall quickly left his fathers room and snuck into his own. He lied down and pretended he was reading his favorite comic book. His father came in, had the whole room smelling like booze. "I just wanted to tell you how great a kid you turned about to be after your mom passing." Then he stopped, looking confused. "Your mom was a great mom. Sad that she is gone now and someday I can't wait to see her when my time comes." Kendall's father left the room with his smell lingering in the air. Kendall knew what to do tonight... He has figured it out.
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The Wrath of My Ex.
RandomI'm trying to make this book based on Domestic violence. To let my readers know now, what ever I write never happened to me in real life. I may be young, but I still think Domestic violence needs to stop.
