My dad was coming home late at night. Sometimes he would disappear for days. I had to do take care of my little sister. I would sometimes miss school but I had no choice. My dad would get drunk and cry in his room, at night as he listened to my mom's favorite song.
Four years later I turned twelve and my little sister was four. My dad was throwing things to the wall and breaking them. He has become aggressive and he gets mad for almost everything. I was getting very concerned for my little sister. I'm afraid to leave her alone in the house while I work half time. I am young but I have a permit which allows me to work simple jobs.
But one day coming back home from work my sister was terrified and crying. I see my dad screaming and yelling at her saying it was her fault. I went running towards my sister leaving the front door open. I was screaming as loud as I could telling him not to finish that sentence. He turned around and pushed me to the ground. I immediately got up and I pick up my sister and ran towards her room. I closed the door just in time as I got pulled to the side. My father was screaming at me saying that I was a b****. He slammed me against the wall and began to punch me. I fell to the ground and he began to kick me then my vision became blurry. I could barely see then I saw blurry image of someone come through the door. My eyes closed and I could feel the pain. I could hear other voices telling each other to call....... then I was conscious.
I wake up in the emergency room. I barely made it through. But I was worry about my little sister. What happened to her?

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Life
Short StoryA girl who faces the lost of her mother and left with responsibilities. She cares for his sister but life plays her hard.