Okay so it keeps coming up lately so I feel like I should talk about it, but please don't judge me if I cry.
So when I was 10 my family fell apart.
My dad and my brother kept getting into fights about anything and everything.
The day before his 6th birthday he... *tears up* he ran away from home after one of their fights.
It was so hard on my family.
My dad picked up drinking,
My mom cried herself to sleep every night,
And I - *cries silently*
Doesn't matter.
One night my dad picked a fight with my mom.
He walked in on her crying, holding my brother's picture.
I didn't listen... it was too hard to hear.
But about an hour later I heard a loud scream, and saw my dad run down the stairs and out the door.
He hadn't gotten to hurt my mom, but there was a - *cries hard, but takes a deep breath and says shakily* there was a gun on the floor.
They found his car at the bottom of a lake a week later, with him in it.
My brother managed to stay alive until he was 7 when he was tragically beaten to death.
But ever since then it's been me and my mom.
I just thought that I should explain since it kept coming up...
That's the house my mom and I lived in after my dad left.
*cries silently*

You beautiful girl come here *hugs her*
~Heaven

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