Kane.
I pound through the front of my house and no one is in the front rooms of the house.
I move to the living room and I see my mother and Carrie sitting on the couch while my father sits in the beat up recliner.
My mother looks at me, her face expressing any emotion at all.
Carrie's straight hair is in it's normal coils and she looks at me like I'm playing god.
She wants out.
"Hello, Elijah." He says looking at me and then slowly getting up.
He looks the exact same way he did years ago, just his skin hangs a little and grey hair is very lightly scattered throughout his hair.
"Hello, Kane." I say back and I look at him and then Carrie .
"Is that anyway to treat your old man?" He asks but his tone is still slippery like a snake.
"No, but it is a way to treat a down-grade piece of shit." I say.
My fists are beginning to ball up, I just don't have my hands wrapped up in white.
"Now, how would that pretty girl feel if she heard those words leave your mouth huh? How would she feel with a mouth like that kissing her's." He says.
Anything but Eliza.
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KurzgeschichtenShe's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF '...
