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dan

i walked downstairs from my room and walked into the kitchen, where i saw my mum sitting at the kitchen table holding the hand of another man. i rolled my eyes and went to the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing an apple.

"dan, this is kurt." she said and turned to him, smiling.

"hello kurt-mit the frog." i said, taking a bite of my apple and trying not to laugh.

mum's face turned serious and she stood up, walking over to me and grabbing my arm, pulling me into the hallway to most likely talk.

"what the hell, daniel? think you can just come down here and talk to me and my boyfriend like that?" she crossed her arms.

"mum, that's like your fifth this week, give dating a fuckin' break."

"don't think you can swear in this household!" she yelled, quiet enough only for us to hear, slapping me across the face while she did so.

i looked back up to her from where my face fell and held a hand to my face, tears brimming my eyes.

she hasn't hit me since the day dad left, claiming it was my fault and how i messed up everything. and now for a moment, i almost considered taking dad's request to live with him.




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