IT'S NOT JUST THE BILLIONS [COMPLETED]

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IT'S NOT JUST THE BILLIONS.

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WARNING.

STRONG LANGUAGE IS USED!
PLAGIARISM IS NOT ALLOWED!
TRANSLATION IS NOT ALLOWED!

This story is purely fictional. Similarity to anyone is highly coincidental. If you notice grammatical errors in this book, kindly point them out. (Mature contents and a lot of cussing here)

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Now... Chapter 1.

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Anna's P. O. V

~15 years ago~

"Don't tell me that!"My dad shouted angrily at my mum who had wrinkled her nose in disgust angrily. My brother Andrew, stood beside her. She was seated on the chair with her arms folded. My Eldest sister, Ella was seated beside my mum while my Elder sister, Bailey was seated across my mum. I was seated beside Bailey with tears rolling down my face.

I was in the bedroom with my sisters when we heard an argument coming from the living room. We rushed to see what was going on. I wasn't surprised seeing my parents arguing but it seemed worse than before. As soon as my dad spotted my sisters and I, he ushered us to quickly have our seats. We obeyed, not wanting to get into trouble.

It sucks to say I was used to it. Used to family squabbles. I was 100% used to the drama almost every single day. I watched my dad spit out words like venom coming out of his mouth. My brother had a straight face on. He looked really angry and I could tell he was trying his best not to punch my dad. My mother started talking back at my dad and he took a step towards her, wanting to hit her but my brother stood in front, preventing him from doing anything further.

My sisters and I had no idea what was going on. I could do nothing but cry. I hated seeing my family this way. The argument kept on going for some minutes and I could tell the neighbours heard every bit of what my dad said. Times like this was when I wished we leaved in a bungalow and not a terraced house. I was glad when the argument slowly came to an end. My mum walked to the room while my dad kept ranting. I wiped my tears and watched him smile at me. He told my sisters and I not to worry about anything with a smile. He talked to us a little before calling me to sit beside him. He smiled at me while I plainly looked.

I was scared of my dad. I have always been scared of my dad. He said soothing words to me and wiped the tears that rolled down my eyes. I nodded and walked slowly to my room like I have just been in shock.

I looked at my mum who laid on the bed. My sisters were also on their beds. I always slept with my mum on the bed. My sisters had a bunk bed. My eldest sister slept above while my elder sister slept below.  My dad didn't sleep in the room with us.

I crawled on the bed to have a look at my mum. Her eyes were closed like she was falling asleep. I watched her inhale and exhale slowly. She was lightly snoring. I laid on the bed and closed my eyes so I could fall asleep. Whatever happened was not something little. My siblings and I saw that. I knew better than to ask my mum, or brother about it. They would say I am just a kid and I should leave them alone.

That's what they say. I am just a kid.

A kid who is tired of everything happening.

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