P.O.V Daniel Thomas Evans
As I trudged through the harsh wind and rain, I approached Baker street, the one that my house is on. I dreaded coming home, but it was my only option. I shuffled up the steps as I reached for the door knob... I stopped. The sound of screaming and glass breaking reached my ears. I continued twisting the knob... and opened it, preparing to see the worst. As the door swings inward, my eyes go wide as I see my Mum lying on the ground, unconscious. My Father, that horrid man, had a bourbon bottle in his hand, his eyes red from drinking. I realized I was breathing very heavily and I tried to calm myself as I stepped toward my Mum. My Father looks up and points the bottle at me. "Don't you get any closer, lad," he says, his voice on edge. I stepped in front of my mum, "Don't test me, you Wanker!" my father screamed. My heart was pounding. As I went to go help my Mother up, I look up to see a brown bourbon bottle fly at my face. Wincing, I expect the bottle to hit me and knock me unconscious... Instead the bottle shattered right in front of my face.
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