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i came home to the recognizable smell of acohole and cigar smoke. yup that was how i smelled when i came to school to. crunching on the empty broken beer bottles i creaked open my pop's (dad's) bedroom door.good he was asleep, all those beers probably made him drunk and passed out. *sniff* from over my shoulder i heard a light sound of sniffing that appeared to be my little sister kenzie who was a sweet twelve year old girl. i spent my whole life trying to protect her after our mom died from a accident. i balled up my fist and walked up to her asking "what did pop do?" when she wiped away her tears trying to speak i saw a small scratch on her arm with dried blood. "he..he " more sniffing from her. she continued trying to be quiet. "well i got detention and i guess he was drunk and he pushed me on the wall" my mind went spinning. i was furios. pop could do it to me all he wanted but i swore to myself if he ever hurt kenzie i would kill him! i got our kitchen kinfe and slowly crept to his bedroom but kenzie tugged on my shirt nodding her head saying it was too dangerous. i guess she was right i mean me and her would end up in a foster home with different families,never to see each other again. i laid it back on thinking "pop you are one lucky son of a bitch" with all this crap my pop has been giving me this past week i could not take it. but i couldnt tell kenzie either. so when pop took her to drama club i walked in the kitchen and well lets just say i accidently cut myself and the last thing i remembered seeing was the old picture with me,mom,kenzie,and pop. and that was the end of my life. i couldnt even watch kenzie crying at my funeral so i just went home and over the year passed i ended up alone there while pop took kenzie to the foster home so he could finally be alone. what have i done..?
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