Alone

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It's 6:04 in the morning and most of my neighbors have come out of their houses to figure out what happened. I sneak up to my room and lock the door while my dad opens the front door. I can hear him speak to the neighbors, obviously annoyed. I clean off all of my important documents and things off my laptop onto a few USBs. I know he's gonna sell it or destroy it (every hit with the sledgehammer against it, he will think of me). 

I finish off some homework that's due Monday and Tuesday and clean up my room. I hear the front door slam and heavy footsteps up the stairs. 

"Open up" He says without even knocking. 

I open the door and hold out  ̶m̶y̶, the laptop. 

"Good job, not only did the police come knocking on our door but the whole fucking neighborhood is peeking through our windows." He says sternly slapping the device out of my hands. 

It crashing against the wall and pieces fly across the room in all directions. I bought it with my own money, took me two years at the end or secondary school and beginning of  tertiary. 

"Apologize you ungrateful piece of shit!" 

"I'm so sorry father." 

"Yeah, I bet you fucking are." He says calmly.

Then the back of his hand slaps my cheek. 

                  Then his knee slams into my stomach. 

                                     Then he shoves me into my dresser and walks past me.

                                                           Then he picks up the broken laptop and hits me with.

                                                                                Then my head slams against the dresser, my ears ring.

I touch the back of my head and feel a warm liquid. I move my hand to look at my fingers. They are cover in red. 

I collapse against the dresser. I close my eye for what feels like the final time. 

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