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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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