Mom came home at least two hours late today. She was seriously pissed. If you need to know how I figured that out, well number one, her face was completely red and she was screaming at dad as she walked in the door. Number two, She found my socks on the floor, and now i'm locked inside of the washing machine.
It's not as bad as it sounds. There aren't any clothes, wet or otherwise, and there's a bit of light peeking through the lid's cracks, so at least I can write. I think mom went a bit crazy once you left. She started targeting dad a week or so after you went away. I'm worried about him. I'm worried about Marci too. Especially when I can't be out there to take the extra beatings for her.
Now that I think about it, I really should be out there. Mom and dad are yelling at each other from the living room.
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Life Over Safety
Misteri / Thriller"Tyler, if you do ever get this journal by some miracle, know that I hate myself. I ran like a coward when Marci and I could've been in a new foster home by now. Under fuzzy blankets instead of dark skies, covered in rain. . ." [Life Over Safety is...
