I slowly trudged through puddles, my wet leather jacket gripped my shirt, My jeans clung to my skin.
The rain fell from the sky, drenching every animal. Drenching me, and the crumbling buildings around me that I called a neighborhood. I walked on, wondering...hoping that my father wouldn't be there awaiting me. I could see him standing there... His white knuckles, his drunken stance. A looped black belt in his left hand, and an empty beer bottle in the other. My mother face red, sobbing quietly in her room.
I trudged my feet noticeably more after thinking about what would happen if I walked into my own home. My feet were cold and wet, my sore legs kept walking.
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RandomOn the outside Tia Marshall looks like an average junior in high school. She does her homework has a group of friends, and is applying for colleges. But nobody knows that everyday she is fighting back tears. She has fresh cut scars on her wrist, And...
