I woke up to a nauseating stench that filled the entire house. For a moment everything was quiet, almost peaceful. Then it all came crashing in filling my head with the horrific memories. Everything was about to change, and now I have no one. Not even Ozy. A sharp pain brought me back to reality. I glanced at my shoulder and saw dry, crusty blood around a gash that must have happened during the fight. Oh well. I stepped over their bodies being sure not to touch anything, my mom didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve anything that had happened. I sat down at the kitchen table and picked up the phone. I figured I had better call someone. Honestly, I'm surprised no called last night, with all the screaming going on. I guess they just don't care. Whatever, I'm used to it. I ended up calling the police, I could here the panic and fear in the operator's voice. She told me it was gonna be okay. I wish I believed that. They came in to see me eating a bowl of cereal watching Sat. morning cartoons. I tried to cover up the bodies. At least my mom's. But I just couldn't do it. I could still feel my mother's eyes watching me, studying every movement. I could hear her voice as she tucked me in for so many years. I could see the dread and panic in her eyes as she watched the clock, knowing he would soon be home. 457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡya09VRtv3c
Anyway...maybe I'm better off. The cops were treating me like a baby. Their sympathy make me want to throw up all the lucky charms I had. There were actually a lot of them. It was loud, too loud. I those faces staring at me, feeling sorry. It had to stop. I pushed away the sop leading me outside and ran. Down the street as fast as my non-athletic legs could carry me. Apparently not that fast since he caught up with me before I reached the end of the block. He had to carry me back. They tried to make talk. I wasn't listening. All I could think about is what my dad's face looked like when he dropped to the floor. Horror. But for a moment, right before he hit the floor something clicked, and for that split second he stared at me, his eyes pleading with me to forgive him. I don't remember much after that. All I know is that when he hit the floor, I was smiling.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgCNB72oCet
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