CLEO’S POV
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Arriving home while Arlen is in the living room, playing his Playstation on the tv and his games are louder than a party, I know something is up. I stride into the living room, my skin feeling on fire from the tan, I grab the remote and turn the sound of his shooting game down. “What happened?” He doesn’t answer me as he focuses on the game and my stomach flips at the thought of how bad it actually was. He usually spills the tea and it has only been this bad once before.
“Where are they?”, “Who?” His voice is soft, his focus on the large tv screen. “Mom and dad.”, “Dad hasn’t been home all day,” he shrugs and that really has my stomach flipping like a rolling car. “Where’s mom?” His silence makes me nervous and I stride over, grabbing the tv remote and I turn off the screen
