Finally, it's evening.
My sisters and I are playing Lego while my brother is playing football. We were in the living room. Suddenly, we heard our dad shouting. Seconds later, my mom shouting. They both are yelling at each other. We no longer wanted to play. We're scared. We're scared he'll hit us again.
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And he blames God. (Completed)
Short StoryWhen she understood what was going on, it was too late.
