The next day ch.7

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The next morning I woke up to a sound of broken glass I ran to the kitchen a broken plate right past my mom. My dad looked scared he kept murmuring and ran out. I went to my mom and asked what happend she wouldn't speak she fell to the floor crying. I guided her to her room layed her down and tucked her in. I got myself some breakfast and all I could come up with is a bunch of scenarios on what just happened. I texted Lana told her what happened and that I would stay home. My dad never came home that night I stayed with mom as we put on friends and fell asleep. I dreamt of my dad and all I could see is him throwing that plate repeating the words I hate you.

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