Part 2

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     I here the front door slam shut. Then I here another slam from the front door. Of course my parents are fighting again. Not the first, or the last time this has been going on. They don't even bother to be quite or act like I'm here. Next thing I know it, my mom's stomping upstairs. Making the pictures in our narrow hallway fall off the wall.

     Look's like I choose a perfect time to go downstairs. My dad is already drinking again. Beer can's are left out from the night before. Of course I have to be a dumb ass and look at my dad. "What are you looking at?" my dad says

"Nothing." I say rolling my eyes

"Are you rolling your eyes at me? Your rolling your ey-" he says before I cut him off

"N-" I try saying

"You wanna know what? Make yourself useful and give me another beer. Huh? Sounds perfect."

     I head over to the fridge. He got a 12 pack of beer, and guess what? He only has one left. ONE! I try handing the beer can to him, but he slaps it out my hand. "You fucking c-. MOVE! DAMN your always in the way." He says kicking me

Making me fall, just because I walked in the way of the tv. "I'm s-" I try saying

"Your messing everything up. You shook my fucking beer."

"I'm sor-" I try saying until my dad slapped me across the face

I started to run upstairs to tell my mom what just happened, but she said "get the fuck out!"

     So... I just ran into my room because no one seems to fucking care about anything, but themselves. 

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