the story of a 12 year old

i came back from school and met them arguing, hot words and voices raised so high as they lashed it out on one another, dad was drunk again and mum couldnt take it any more. would have ran to my room and left them behind until they are satisfied. but that was the only room we had, cos they couldnt afford a much bigger apartment were i can have a separate room and hode myself whenever they are at it. i sat down there and was crying my heart out until i could find no tears again in my eyes. the next day dad walked away.

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