Dad's drunk. Again. This time more than usual. He's just back from the pub. His voice is slurred and he's smelling horribly of beer. He's so tired he goes straight to bed. Thankfully.
Usually when he's like this he likes to beat me and Louisa with his belt. Whip! Snap! Trickle! Trickle the blood goes. Drip! Drip! Drip! Onto the floor it goes.
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Blue-eyed tears
Teen FictionHettie and Louisa started life being loved and cared for, but when their mum gets cancer and dies, their dad starts drinking and doing drugs to ease the pain and Hettie and Louisa face abuse almost every single day. But soon things will change...
