I woke up knowing that my dad would be calm by now, he was only like that at night when he was drunk, and only reacently. He's usually fine in the morning and has no recollection of what happened the previous night. This has only really been going on for about two months after my mom died. She was murdered downtown, she was a hostage during a robbery and was killed to prove a point to the policeman. Sometimes I think that if I ever saw her killer, I would torcher him. Burn him, cut parts of his body off, anything that would bring him pain. But I won't, that wouldn't be fair and I don't even know his name or what he looks like.
Anyway, my dad decided that I'd be his punching bag during the nights, as you may have already picked up on. I still have hope that things will turn around soon though since it hasn't lasted long.
I decided to get up and then regretted it. My stomach and the left side of my torso turned to fire. I looked at it and my entire stomack was black. I felt the back of my head and when I touched it, it began to pulse with pain. Jeez, why did I have to go through this all the time?
I proceeded to get up anyway, I had a life to go on with.
Sorry about the short chapter, I'm really not in the to write so this wasn't good either. oh well. anywho, adios
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Seven Days
Teen FictionAverie Mason was just like any other girl, has a crush on the popular guy (who also happened to be her best friend) who was just out of reach, had a somewhat perfect life (or so everyone thought, of course, they had no idea what the truth was), some...
