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After being home for a while I texted Vic. I was curious about the event that happened before. Not curious in a good way though... I was very worried. But Vic was waving it off like it didn't happen. Or he would just ignore it and change the subject. I was getting more worried and eventually, I came to my dad about it. Mom and dad always told me I could come to them when something was wrong or if I needed help. And I think this was a time I needed help. "Dad I need some advice," I said sitting on his bed and he looked up at me from his laptop. "Oh hey, what's wrong?" he asked closing his laptop. "Well..if you had a friend who seemed to have bad parents what would you do?" I mumble playing with my hands as dad's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean bad parents?" he asked. "I think my fri
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