thirty four
I ran into the house crashing into my father. "What the.." he began yelling. I stumbled back at him to see covered in blood. "Dad" I said confused "It's not mine" he stated as if he was trying to make it seem better which it did not! I looked at my hand to see blood on my hands. It reminded me of Leo, his blood must have spilled over the floor. Tears formed in my eyes and I ran up stairs and jumped straight in the shower with all my clothes still on. The water on the shower floor turned pink. I sat there crying. I understand why mum didn't want me to have this life. No matter how fearless people think I am, I can't cope with this life. I thought I could at first. The luxury made it easier but it's hard. My twin brother is dead. My father probably just killed a man. I live with a ho
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