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Friends sturggles with life, drugs, love etc.
9 YEARS AGO.
Olivia
I sat in the living room with my brother. We doodled absent mindedly while my father attacked my family.
"What are you drawing David?" He sighed and pulled out his picture. It was a unicorn.
"Aweh! It's so cute!" I squeeled happily. He snatched the picture back and clamped his hand over my mouth. It was confusing. Why was he doing that? I complimented his picture why- then I understood. Dad was standing over us, glaring. I winced as he bent down and screamed at us.
"Shut up!" David ignored him and kept drawing. I rolled over onto my side and hugged my father.
"I'm sorry daddy." He grunted and pushed me away. I sighed and went back to my drawing. My sister Veronica screamed as dad pushed her out of the way. I winced.


Ella

Everything was great. She had everything she could ever want, ever need. Ella toddered into the kitchen to her father who was sitting at the table drinking something.
"Hi baby." He smiled and picked her up into a hug. He sipped at his drink then got called off by mom. He set Ella down on the chair and she glance over the table. To high to jump. She sighed and plopped down on top of the table. Ella giggled and grabbed daddy's drink, she took a big swig then spit it onto the floor. It was disgusting. Daddy shouldn't be drinking this! Ella said to herself. She grabbed the cup and tossed it onto the floor and laughed as the shards of glass flew all over the floor. She laughed and laughed leaning over. Oops. She leaned to far and toppled off of the table. Ella screeched as she hit the floor. Mom ran through the door and scooped her up.
"God damnit Nicholas!" She screamed through the kitchen door. Dianna held Ella away from her not wanting blood on her new white shirt. To late. Blood dripped form Ella's nose onto the sleeve of the shirt. It would never come out. Dianna sighed and clutched her daughter to her chest.
"What? What happ-"
"What the hell do you think?!"
"Shit!"
"Go get the first aid kit you dolt!"
"Right I, uhmm-"
"GO!" Nicholas fled the room as Dianna rocked her bleeding child. Ella was crying and squirming to get free. Dianna held tighter. Nicholas returned with the kit holding it out for Dianna.
"What? Do you want me to drop Ella? Wipe off the counter. Thoroughly. " He nodded and washed the island dried it then set the first aid kit out. Dianna layed Ella out on the counter then shooed Nicholas out of the kitchen. Dianna's a nurse and brings her work home with her. She had absolutley everything she need to get the glass out of her daughter and clean her up. She pulled gloves on then took out her tweezers, Ella winced as the glass was pulled from her body.
"It doesn't hurt bad. Why are you taking it out?" Dianna giggled but continued.


Vikki

Mommy put the TV on the left the room. She looked sad. Why? Jim wasn't home, he wouldn't be for a while. I shrugged and happily watched Blues Clues. The front door opened and Mommy tensesd came into the room and kissed my forehead. There wasn't a girl with Jim. He wobbled into the living room and said "Howdy ma'am, little lady." He pretened to lift an imaginary hate off of his head to make me laugh. I didn't. Mommy turned the volume up and took Jim into the other room. Blues Clues passed and so did Maggie and the Ferocious Beast, until finally mommy wobbled back in the room smiling. Her words slurred, she turned the Tv off and left the room, probably to her room. Jimcame in and sat down beside me, his leg resting against mine. I didn't like it. He put his hand and slide downwards. I didn't like it. I looked out the window pretending I heard something, I turned back and his mouth landed on mine. I screeched against it.He looked apauled, pulled ack and slapped me across the face. I started to cry.
"Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY! COME OUT HERE!" I screamed and cried but Jim just hit me harder.


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