>>5760925There don’t seem to be any major bruises on her. Father is quick to land his hands on both of you, but he usually shows a bit more restraint with her, it’s only when you are gone for long periods of time that his rage reaches her. The worst part is how he acts afterwards, he never cares much for what he does to you, but he acts apologetic and regretful when he hurts her. If he truly cares for her, why does he keep doing it? He just acts nice for a day or two, then wallows in self-pity, drowns himself in more alcohol and substances and he’s back to his usual capricious, raging drunkard self.
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There’s no point in getting wrapped up in these unnecessary thoughts, you got stuff to do tomorrow, and you need some rest. You gently grab your sister and place her on the lower part of the bunk bed you share and then climb on top of your old mattress.
As you start to lose consciousness and begin to fall asleep, you can’t help but think off…
>The days were your father pretended to be a better man than he really is. >How death looks like. You’ve seen it before, remember?>You dream of revenge, of having enough power to take what you want and give everyone their just desserts. To have your hands around the neck of the old bastard and see him in pain. >Nothing, push those thoughts back. They are unnecessary. >Other/Write-in. 