I walked into the house and went to my room quickly I could already hear the muffled arguments. I sat on my bed and began my homework. Halfway through my work, I heard glass shattering against the wall. Home is hell.
Dad is an ex military soldier and mom is the person who just takes the abuse. She just fucking stands there, like a frozen deer waiting until the predator leaves. It's understandable that he witnessed people die therefore he developed PTSD, but it's the fact that he doesn't regret abusing his family.
Mom had been home bound for years,no job and no car. We're lucky to even still have this house, thanks to him being a veteran. I shook the thoughts out of my head and walked out of the house, pulling out a cigarette."Fuck it.."
I placed it in my mouth and lit it. Breathing in the toxic chemicals that attacked my lungs. I stood there in the cold, and looked at the scenery. Everything was normal, calm. Unlike the darkness of my house. Ashly came to mind, she probably has a nice home life. Sure, barely any friends but she seemed okay.
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Blood Lust
Mystery / Thriller"Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone? People see what they want to see, nobody knows what I really am. We create our own destiny everyday we live. How do you show someone real love you when yo...
