The slam of a body wakes me. I rush up from my bed and run into the lounge room. I see my mother on the floor in her rhinestone covered dress and her dangly emerald earrings.
I see my dad with red ears and a bottle of beer in his hand, his breaths loud and tired.
"Mum!" I shout in shock.
"Honey, go-
"Oh, hi Aubrey, your mother has had a little accident. Go back to bed now." Dad says with 'fury eyes'. That wasn't an accident. That wasn't an accident. THAT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT!
"No, Dad! Mum, stand up-
"GET OUT!!" Dad screams while wearing his 'extreme fury eyes'.
Suddenly he stomps towards me.
And then the bottle is about to be shattered on my head, and everything seems to be in slow motion.
Mum rushes over in front of me, and the bottle has been smashed onto Mum's perfect head of auburn hair, and then with the rest of the bottle, Dad stabs her in the chest before she can fight back.
I look into Dad's eyes, shocked. Why would he do that?
"You are a monster." I whisper.
And then I run. Wake up Jamie and Frank, grab the keys and my phone. Climb through the window. Run to Run far from here. Running to anywhere.
Running to warm hugs and smiles.
Running to cookies and cakes.
Running to happiness.
Running to Grammie.
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A Tale of a Mother, a Daughter, a Murder, a Funeral and Pikelets.
Teen FictionA funeral, the centre point of the roller coaster that only seems to go down for Aubrey and her family. A tragedy strikes that changes everything, from her Dad's drinking habits to her grandmother's baking. This is Bianca's masterpiece, with differe...
