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18 years ago...
"what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much!" des yelled at anne, she backed away from him.
"why the hell are you married to me?" he asked, getting closer. anne was back agaisnt the wall, shaking with fear.
"what the hell are you doing caring my child?" he screamed and pointed at her stomach.

"why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance?" he asked and shook hsi head in disgust, anne was now crying.

"because listen to me, I got news for you" he said and pointed at her face.

"i wish to god that you had!" and then he turned and walked away, slamming the door.

anne broke down in tears, falling to her knees.

18 years later...

"mom?" harry asked and anne looked up from the blanket she was knitting.

"yes my love?" she asked.

"can i go out with the boys?" he asked.

"go ask your father" she smiled back. harry gulped and nodded. he slowly went up the steps of their house. he was always trying to impress his father when he was ounger that he was good at sports. he was great at it. Just not enough for his father to see. he knocked on the door to his father's office.

"come in" harry openedthe door and saw his father typing with a beer.

"sir? may i go with some of my friends today? i'll be back by 5:30 sharp" harry promised.

"did you do your chores? homework?" des asked.

"yes sir"

"go on" he sighed.

harry smiled and bowed his head. "thank you sir"

harry ran out of the house and saw his group of friends waiting for him down the hill of his neighborhood.

"you dad is scary af" nick said and passed harry the joint. "yeah" harry said and took a hit. Ever since he was little he had always had family problems. in 7th grade he was introduced to drugs by his 'friends'.

"i got some cocaine, any takers?" ian asked. everyone agreed but harry. it really messed him up at times.

After a few hours he got home to see his parents yeliing at eachother.

"fuck you" des yelled

"we always do this!" anne screamed at him.

"i want a fucking divorce" des yelled.

harry's eyes widened and he ran to his room.

his family was getiing divorced.

they were seperating. after everything they've been through.

"fine fucking pack your things and leave!" anne said.

harry smiled. no more beatings.

"fine, i'm taking my fucking son and your not stopping me" des snarled. harry frowned. he started crying.

"what? no! he's my baby!" anne cried.

soon harry heard footsteps and his door open.

"pack you bags we're leaving" des said.

"yes sir"

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