The silence was deafening

Habits

Marg had a bag of white powder next to her and a bottle of alcohol. She took some powder, lined it up on the table and used a paper roll to snort it into her nostril. It must have been drugs, ma told me to never ever take them. I didn't know what they were anyways. Marg took a sip of alcohol and squirmed at the taste, then she lighted the end of a cigarette and puffed on it, ash turned to dust and made a small pool on the uneven floorboards. I was sickened, I was not going to live with her.

She caught sight of me and darted toward me. She must have been drunk. I ran to my room and slammed the door, but I forgot to lock it. She opened it and got hand of a piece of rope from my old science project it was long and pretty thick so she did what any other abusive stepmother would do and tied me to my bed frame. I started wailing, she smelt bad and I was not going to let this donkey hold me under hostage. I started wailing so someone could hear me. No one did, we were on a farm house in the middle of nowhere. "Now that your stupid father has gone I can do whatever I want to you."

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