The Good Ol' Days
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Last published Fri, Jul 3, 2015
I could tell he had been at it all day, maybe 7 bottles surrounded him and probably more hidden away. He yelled and spat at me as soon as I stepped in, "Where the hell have you been?!" my dad roared in an awful, drunken, raspy voice, "Dad, i was just meeting the neighbour, his name is Greg Ma-' the wind was knocked out of me with a hard shove. I was on the floor, not a safe place. Vulnerable. "Get over here you little brat" He stubbled over, foot colliding with my ribs multiple times. I was out.
Moving is the least of her problems accounting for her father and mother. It always been like this though maybe this move will start to turn things around.
#new #girls #love #family #issues #school #trips #depression #harm
This is my third story I've written and there are some heavy, possibly triggering topics in it so please read carefully and for you're own safety, do not trigger yourself. Please enjoy, comment and follow :)
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