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Author's Notes: Hey guys. Welcome to the third short story in The Life of Kari Kamiya. If you're still here, that means you loved the first two and wanted more. This is an idea I've had in my head for a while so let's put it out there. I don't have much else to say so let's get started.

The Life of Kari Kamiya

Get Out

Kari hadn't been asleep long when she heard a loud slam from outside her room, startling here awake. It was her natural reaction to cover her ears with her pillow, to drown out the noise that followed. She hated the slams which had become a routine part of her nights, but she hated what came afterwards. In anticipation, she started humming to drown it out but it didn't help.

"Stop making all the noise! Do you know what time it is? Kari is sleeping!" her mom shouted.

"Well youse better makes shure because that'sh what you saids last times!" her dad replied, slurring his words and audibly stumbling outside.

"Dammit, you're drunk again. Stop staying out so late."

"What if I am!? I'm an adult…I'm," he hiccuped before continuing, "Pays the bills! I can does whatever...I likes!"

"Stop shouting! You're going to wake Kari up!"

"If you care...so much about Carey...Kari...then go check…check her rooms!"

"How can I when I have to make sure you don't choke on your vomit after you get home!"

"Oh, don't...don't get mad at me! I work for...for a livings!" her father retorted before stumbling, "All you hads...have to do is stay home and watch the...kids!"

"On, so you're blaming me!?" her mother shouted. There was a loud groan, "Leave me...alone, woman. I'm gonna see what the eats...what's in the fridge!"

She heard more stumbling as her father made his way to the kitchen.

"Maybe you wouldn't be hungry if you stopped going out to drink after work!" her mother snapped while she heard stomps to the fridge. Her dad didn't respond for the longest time until saying, "Maybe I'd come home...if you'd stop blaming me for…for Tai!"

"I don't blame you!" her mother shouted. Her dad snickered, "Good! Because...you're the...you're the one who was supposed to watch...watch him!"

"Well maybe you should've helped out! I'm busy and I can't take care of them by myself!" her mother responded, which made her dad snicker, "You!? Busy!? With whats!? You don't does…do anything but watch the kids and…the housework! I'm the...the one working overtime to make sure...make sure we have enough money to...to pays the bills and buys foods and clothes and stuffs...don'tsh blames me for that!"

"Get out!" her mom snapped so loudly that Kari opened her eyes. Her dad scoffed, "Oh...oh I gets out! Pfft! Okay. And what'll happens to you...you! Are you going to get a job for once? Pfft."

His dad started laughing his drunken laugh - one that was as cold as it was unforgiving. She closed her eyes hard when she head the sound of a plate shattering, accompanied by a scream, "Get out of my apartment!"

"Your apartment? Pfft! I'm paying for everything! You get out of my apartment!" her dad snapped, "Go on! Get out! And you...you know what..."

"Where are you going?" her mom asked. Kari heard footsteps growing louder until the door to her bedroom slammed open. Her eyes opened wide in terror at the sight of her dad standing over her with an angered scowl and her nostrils flared in disgust from the smell of liquor. He walked over to the bed and pulled her out so quickly that she yelped in terror. Any effort to wriggle and scream meant nothing while her mother shouted, "What are you doing! Leave her alone!"

"I will!" her dad shouted, throwing her into her mother's arms. She felt hot tears streaming down her cheek in fear and her mother hugged her close to comfort her. Despite that, her father shouted, "Get out!"

"What are you doing you drunk?" Her mother demanded only to be met with a harsh shout, "You took my son from me! You might as well take my daughter too!"

"He was my son too!" Her mom shouted back only to be met with a harsh slap, "Get out of my apartment!"

The anger had sobered him up at that moment and he seemed to realize what he'd done. Kari had buried her face completely into her mom's chest now, clinging to her for protection. She was so scared, so terrified, she didn't notice her father apologize and try to hug them both. What she did notice was her mom shouting, "GET OUT!"

Kari's kept her eyes shut but she couldn't mistake the sound of footsteps. Her father made a choking nose before slamming his fist on something and heading out the door. As soon as it shut behind him, she heard a shout from outside. For her part, her mother had gone to sit on the couch, still holding Kari tight in her arms and comforting her after what had just happened. She may have been young but she wasn't stupid. She understood that this would be the last time she'd see her dad for a while.

Author's Notes: And there we have it! A nice little side story about the argument that effectively broke up the Kamiya parents. If you liked it, why not leave a review? I make a point of replying as soon as I can. And don't forget to follow/favorite so that you can keep up to date on whenever new stories come out - however few and far between they are. For now, have a good one!