He's...home again. And, more than likely, he's drunk. I pressed my ear against the wall so I can hear their conversation.
"Where is my dinner?!"
"It's...it's in the refridgerator..."
"Well go get it! I'm hungry!"
"...yes..."
Mom...you sound scared. Why don't you do anything about him? He's a jerk, can't you tell? Why do you stay if you're...
Oh...that's right. You're his only one. If he can't have you...no one else can.
I sighed and went on my bed, not wanting to make myself cry if I hear anymore of their conversation. Slowly, I dozed off.
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I woke up to my mom's screaming and crying. Dad's beating her...again. I walked out into the kitchen, hidden from Dad, and started to search through the drawers. Something catches my eye.
Yes...this'll help. I carefully picked it up. I put it cautiously in my pocket before walking into the living room. Dad was sitting there, watching television, while Mom was...somewhere, probably in her room. Dad glanced over at me. He looked angry.
"What is it, Shun?! Can't you see I'm watching something?" He shouted at me.
"Could you please...please stop hurting mom?" I asked, knowing what his answer would be.
"And why should I?" He replied. No.
He got up and started walking towards me. "Is my little Shunsuke getting afraid?" No.
Now, he was mocking me, and I didn't like it one bit.
"Are you feeling left out? You want to join 'mommy'?" He was about a meter away from me, now.
"No!" I pulled out the item in my pocket and pointed it at Dad. "You can't be related to me! I'm not yours!" I closed my eyes out of reflexes and pulled the trigger.
When I opened my eyes, Dads body was soaked in blood, and there was a visible gun wound in his chest. I dropped the gun and fell to my knees. Tears ran down my face uncontrollably. Mom had heard the shot and ran out. I looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I couldn't...I couldn't..." I broke off into more sobbing. Mom, also crying, kneeled down and hugged me.
A week later, the small funeral was held. A month after that, Mom had remarried to a sweet man. He worked at an all-boy elite high school called Bell Liberty Academy. A year after that, I recieved the paper of admission. The week after, I was on the bus, on my way to Bell Liberty Academy.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect...