It happened again. Dad was out tonight, probably visiting Michelle. I don't even know why he tries hiding it. We all know he's a cheater.
She was drinking, and I tried to pry the wine away from her. In return, I got it hurled at me as she was screaming and slashing at every flaw I've ever had.
It took all of my strength not to be reduced to a pile of mush on the ground.
I have a couple of scrapes, so not that bad. It's the inside that hurts.
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017