Amber
Amber's POV "AMBER! where the hell is this girl? It's late." I could hear dad's voice yelling and complaining from downstairs. I can't stand being in this hell-hole. I knew he was getting hungry and impatient. It was late after all, and he'd soon have to leave for work. I never asked him for a ride to my new job, yet he always gets preoccupied with me. Mom probably drank too much again and is knocked out cold in her room. It's our never-ending cycle in this stupid house. Dad has to be mom and dad to me because mon is always complaining about her poor pathetic excuse of a life. Dad and I try doing our best to keep this house going, but with a mother like mine that keeps on wasting our damn income on her f*****g drinking and smoking habit helps nothing at all. She loves to tell us how the
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