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my way back home from dance practice. The cool evening breeze on my skin whisking awa

together. From my bickering psycho best friend, Kelsi to hectic dance moves at practice to my arguing parents at the brink

ter how hard I try. Mom never speaks about their arguments even when I ask, she just assures me that they will sort out their differences. My dad is a stubborn man and I know he always likes to have his way but the arguments they have been having recently seem to be much more than

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There's just something about my dad that I don't get, and I do not know if it's my adoration for him but I can't just bring m

ll the cars are complete in the garage but I hear nothing. Usually, they would cook together, watch TV

hey definitely are but for some odd reason the house is eerily quiet. I start to think that they are probably asleep but the state of the

never leave any doors open, we always have our keys on us whenever we are leaving the house and we always lock the doors while ins

start to fear for my life but then as I take one look at him, I can't seem to tear my eyes away. He is clad in black and has his back to me and he isn't even aware I have come into the house. I'm thinking...I should do something, pick up some sort of weapon and hit him on the back of his head or something but I can't seem to get my body to respond. Instead i