The Kitchen

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"chkachkachka" the door was locked.. I went around the back and The sliding door was locked too.. I checked my window Emily was asleep on my bed i guess she never left.. I knocked on the window.. She didn't move.. I knocked again. Still didn't move so i banged on the door as hard as i could almost with enough force to break the glass. i saw her twitch.. I took a big breath feeling relieved.. She opened the window. Oh thank God your alive! "why the hell wouldn't i?" because you weren't moving. " what?". Nevermind.. Why didn't you leave after i left, "cause my mom is with her boyfriend so last night i came here cause she told me either get out or shut up so i came here.." Oh.. "Yup" okay then.  I think you should go Em. "Why?" Because I need to grab my things and go before Andre sees me. "But you live here." I did but I want to see haw long Andre can last without his little maid... "Speaking of you should really redecorate your room! Black is so cliché and last year." Well you should reconsider your choose of words before you open your mouth.. Now go outside so I can get my things. " Fine.  Ugh bossy bit-" what was that? " nothin" she said with an evil smirking face. Trouble maker. *clshclsh* the sounds of pots and pans falling rang through my ears I jumped. I ignored the bang but kept in mind that Andre is home. I grabbed my things and crawled out the window. On my way out I heard another clash followed by a scream of pain. I ran back inside. It was Andre. The kitchen was a mess and it looked as if Andre stepped of a piece of glass. I didn't want him to see me but I didn't have a choice. I walked In The trashed kitchen and tried to help Andre up but instead he threw things at me yelling get out and go away. I wanted to help him but the next word that came out of his mouth drove me to a far more unhelpful person. "You killed your own mother I don't want you to kill me you too you evil bitch!" I stepped back almost on the verge of crying but at the same time wanting to strangle him. I took deep breaths in and out as he kept saying foul things. " Murderer! Evil witch! Go away. Nobody wants you here! If only you died and not her... " I was shaking in fear of the next words he would say.  I ran out of the room before I could hear them. I grabbed my things and left.  Forgetting about Emily's existence once again.

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