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The run

I climbs into bed her thin stained sheets fail to keep her warm as she pulls them over her head . The echo of sirens and wind surrounding the small cramped caravan. A single tear rolls down my  cheek I hate it here . The door slams open as my drunken dad stumbles through the door he said he was just having one drink but we know that wasn't true I hate the amount he drinks he is horrible when he drinks . I hear him fall onto the sofa dropping his half empty beer bottle on the dirty stained carpet .
It's 2 am when I finally am able to get the slightest bit comfy as I hear a loud pounding on the door I jump up and sit on bed scared dad stumbles towards the door and opens it I can hear muffled shouting . I climb out of bed and open the door just enough to hear what's going on . It's a man's voice I hear and he doesn't seem happy ' I ALREADY TOLD YOU SAM IF YOU DONT HAVE MY GOD DAMN MONEY BY TOMMOROW IMMA BEAT YO ASS ' my drunken dad replies ' oh WHATEVER DAVE I WILL GET IT TO YA FOR THURSDAY" " THURSDAY AINT GOOD ENOUGH SAM I TOLD YOU THIS" more muffled shouting takes place in the misty  night  I hear my dad shouting alongside with this man when I hear a loud gunshot I jumped up out of bed and climbed into my muddy boots and my old jacket and walk out to see my dad face to face he looks worried and frightend he shouts ! Run ACE RUN , TO THE CAR NOW !
I run as fast as I can with my dad following behind me in a drunken style stance . This is a regular thing for us , my dad isn't the best of guys and owes a lot of people alit of money the angry man who was screaming at our door just a minute before us running after us shooting his gun dillally all over the place I am screaming and crying climb into the truck sobbing as my dad jumps in not even closing the door before starting the car . My whole body shaking in my nighty boots and old torn jacket we spin around faster then ever and begin to drive away the man still shooting at the car but we make a break for it just in time