“Open the freaking door you son-of a gun!” my drunk mother yelled.
Now I’m even more scared because when she use’s that harsh voice of her’s, I have no chance for a shorter beat. As my mother pounded on the door my heart pounded even faster. It felt as though I ran for so many miles without a break. As soon as I opened the door steadily and slowly, my hands were shaking. My head was filled with agitation, running around inside my head. Trying to find an exit out of this heart beating moment and as much as I don’t want to say it but “no, there are no exits to escape” as I try to tell my emotions.
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