AERILYN’S POV
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“Open this f*****g door, right now!” the loud banging of fists against the wood makes me cry even harder as I sit in the corner of my room.
Mom and dad are drunk again, and now I’m to blame for the glasses they left out earlier.
I hold my hand over my mouth, sobbing into my palm as I wish that someone can save me.
Why can’t someone save me?
Why do I have to get the bitter pill of this life?
The door shakes, but it doesn't bulge as my father's body is slammed into it, his shoulder hitting it with force over and over until it caves, and the door lands on the floor.
I gasp, my eyes pinging open and the darkness surrounding me makes me shake with fear, "Mom?" I yell out, wondering what just happened, but I can't move. My arms and legs are tied down, and a sudden light m
