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My
reflexes had never been sharper. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I gulped
loudly then glanced back at the wall which had just been assaulted by our
former toaster. In fact, the wall may have
lost, judging by the gaping hole staring back at me.
He
was drunk again. Not surprising. What was surprising is that he hadn’t drank
himself to oblivion yet—and was still conscious. Normally I could slip out
unnoticed in the mornings. The nights were more challenging. After Jax passed
away my father went full on looney toons. Ape shit. Lost his job and everything
else. Now, he could be found spending his days drowning his sorrows in a bottle
of Jack and blaming me for his troubles. It didn’t help that I was the
identical resemblance to the son he lost. I got punished almost daily for it.
“You
worthless piece of shit,” he snarled at me, slurring his words. That was his
favorite insult, other than the obvious, ‘why wasn’t it you’ bit.
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2 comments:
I Love this Book. It's one of my favorite book of yours Kira <3
Thank you so much, my dear!
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