this place i wouldn't call it home because of many reasons. my father is a drunk, he loves alcohol it doesn't matter what kind you give him, he will drink it at his own risk. My mother has work 24/7 I rarely see her at anytime but i cant say anything because this home is like hell to me. I look in to the refrigerator all i can see is beer,vodka and more beer wait did i already said beer? i guess so because theirs nothing in here but the things my father drinks every now and then. I start to hear a knocking at my door probably dads related drunk friends too. I open the door and i see a friend of mine gladly it wasn't my dads friends cause either that ill be cleaning after him for the rest of the day. I let out a sigh as i look at my friend Jonah.
"hey tai whats up?" as my friend say in a innocent voice kinda makes me wanna question him more.
" here and there with my old man whats up?" i reply back with a huge sigh
"wanna grab a bite ? i mean i haven't seen you in forever" he replies with a relief
Its true i haven't seen him in forever, ive been so busy i haven't had the time to see any of my relatives, friends, or even the old man around the block from the flower shop. many people says im "deceased" or even kidnapped. my mother checks in every now and then to see how im doing or so.
I answer back "lets go im sick of staying at home".
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Beach milk
Short StoryYea I know I know it doesn't sound right but I'm. Making a random story so get emotional and happy oh and bring some tissue to I worked hard for this book so read it if your in the mood 🤤
