Dirt and blood ....two things I wanted to avoid that night. I was only nine....dad came home that night with a girl i never had seen, he was drunk...as usual. They laughed together and slammed my mom and dads bedroom door closed. Dad got drunk every night, raged during his hangover, then begged for forgivness in the few hours he was sober... same very day.
Mom was murmering about the bills into her computer not noticing dad. At the time i didnt understand what was happening, i just thought it was normal to watch youre mom rip her hair out of her head in stress and never...never leave one spot. She was always leaned over the dining table just murmering. She never talked. Which eventually broke dad down...dad started to drink agian and there i was...caught in the middle.
The level of calm was surreal though. I finished my apple juice and walked down the hall to my room and then it happened. Glass broke. And i froze and i was scared ... i curled up in a ball in the corner. I heard the stranger lady scream ...then dad yelled and cursed and bams happend. But i peeped around the corner and a man was leaned over my mom...stabbing her repeatetly...I mustered the courage to sqeak ," Hey thats my mom...stop please. " The masked person just died of laughter at that. Then he jumped out of our 35th level apartment window..all four deaths my fault.
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Beaten Heart
Teen FictionI come from New York. Cities full of busy occupied bodys. Like my parents...my child hood was a lie...which is why I ran...despite my reputation, depending on a beaten heart, bad reputation and recklessness...
