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And then the song is over and I open my eyes, looking around as I put the iPod away.
There's no one here still and I relax into the seat.
I stare at the rain falling without really seeing it. Thinking.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The sounds remind me of blood being spilt a long time ago.
My breath hitches.
"Isabella!" Dad calls and I stiffen. His voice slurs and I hear the lazy thumping of his steps.
He's drunk.
Again.
I flinch as I grip my scarred arm, remembering the last time.
"Isaaaaabellllllllaa!" He slurs and then he's there, in front of me.
"H-Hi dad," I say, stuttering nervously. "Something wrong?"
"Where's my beer?" He glares at me.
I pale.
"Don't you think you've had enough," I whisper, wincing at my mistake.
He hears me anyway.
Ooh! Now we're getting somewhere.
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