The place called "Home"

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After hours of crying and Wheaping I hear a car drive into the garage, I immediately get up and wipe my tears, '𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱, 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦!' I think to myself. "𝘛𝘖𝘡𝘐𝘌𝘙, 𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘈𝘚𝘚 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌!" I panic and out my glasses on and rush downstairs.

"𝘠𝘦𝘴 '𝘥𝘢𝘥'..?" I ask, my voice is uncontrollably shaking. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍." He firmly says, SHIT! I forgot about that.. What the fuck do I do?

"𝘖𝘩.. " I mumble, he slaps me in the face hard, he grabbed me by my shirt and said. "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘋𝘜𝘔𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘚! " He pushes me to the ground and I hit my head hard. "𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘖𝘍𝘍!" It just slipped out of my mouth. "𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘒 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘠! " He kicks me in the ribs. "𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘓𝘜𝘙𝘌!" He screamed before he walked away, he leaves me there while tears fall down my cheeks as I'm on the floor.

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