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iling. My mind drifted into deep thoughts. Subdued noises emanated from the low

indow and spotted a familiar bird, the one that occasionally keeps me company during my lonely days.

e a scream, followed by the crash of shattering glass. I swif

home drunk, as he always did, and tear the entire house apart, beginnin

hredded as though a lion's claw had devoured it, broken glass littered th

e from stress, clinging to her skin due to sweat. Her eyes lacked emotion, burdened

cissors. Now I understood who had wreaked havoc on our couch. My gaze shifted to my dad, the on

om, his eyes ablaze with anger. His fists were tightly clenched, k

a spiteful stare at my mother. "And make sure you put a

at my mom and saw tears welling up in her eyes. She clenched

the aisle with you. You are..." I interrupted her tirade by rushi

in she didn't hear me. She was too fixate

halted, her c

lives again. If you're leaving now, I want you gone. Forever," she gr

ore turning and exiting the house into the night, slammin

ards the door. I quickly followe

leaving us, Wendy," she yelled, trying to

ot back from school and saw her humming, something she always did when she was ready to confront Dad. I had stayed silent in my room, refusing t

r shoulders, my grip tight. Her ey

m. Let him go," I said, my eyes

ed up at the ceiling, strugg

f money. How do we solve that? It's his fault," her cracked

shed out before I could even process what I had just said to her. I spoke

r, not fully comprehending the weight of the respons

ith a glimmer of hope. She believed me, a

night, releasing all the emotions

" I whispered as I held her close,

I had always found a way, and I was sure it would work for us. However, it ended

Year

em. My heartbeat was surprisingly serene, like it had always been. My black, c

ette and a high-cut thong in a sultry shade. Fishnet stockings, sti

. My grey eyes gleamed more than I intended, piercing through the neon lights beyond the curtain

two hands gripping a nearby table for support as a man thrust into her persistently, causing her breasts to sway on the couch. His veins bulge

0 minutes remaining?" Her voice

into her, the sounds of claps and muffled sounds, resembl

to inform her. She was someone who never adhered to schedules. She never did. Not when she was regularly fucked on t

that word used to disturb me, but not anymore. There was a time it unnerved me, but now, it's just a casual activity I occasionally engage in for enjoyment. Howev

m my teachers and classmates. But at night, I transform into someone entirely different - a str

lease and become whomever I wish. It's a facade, separating me

uly is - whether it's the cute high school girl with a perpetual frown

door leading to the main arena, the soun

got?" a deep, gravelly voice, re

ny hair gleaming in the night. A cigarette dangled from one hand, and he puffed on it leisurely. He a

asked once more, the smoke from his ciga

zing into hi

his stained brown teeth that would surely turn black soon

lours enveloped me, accompanied by blasting music from the speakers. Pe

r of us on the stage to perform, but it felt like all eyes were fixed on me. Jus

it, curling my long legs around its length, and

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