Zach returned to his home, hearing the usual fighting between his parents. He sighed and went up to the room he shared with his sister. It was empty, which was expected. She was only in fourth grade and she got home later. He slid his backpack off his shoulder and let it fall to the ground beside the bedroom door. He started cleaning up the room, not that there was much to clean, but he knew his dad would scream and yell if one small thing was out of place.
About an hour and a half passed when Zach heard the front door open. He looked at the door, seeing his sister. He smiled and watched her skip to their room, putting her lunch box and bag next to Zach's. Then he heard their dad's thundering footsteps as his sister walked out of the room. "What the hell did I tell you about running in the house!? And where the fuck where you!?"
"I was at school," she squeaked. Their dad struck her cheek with a loud smack. It was so hard she fell over, almost hitting her head on the door frame. She was crying now. Their mom, hearing everything, rushed into the kitchen.
"John, you dropped her off at school this morning!" Their mom explained to their dad, reaching for her daughter.
John struck her as well. "You shut up! What did I tell you about speaking when your spoken too!?" John screamed. Mom held her cheek, her gaze fixed on the ground. John stormed out of the house, cursing. He slammed the door shut and they were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Zach got his mom and sister ice packs and started fixing dinner. He knew that John wouldn't be home until the next morning, they all did.
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Death's Door
FantasíaA boy has been escaping Death's grasp for as long as he could remember. How he does it? Not even he could tell you.
