The House
T he boom was so loud, my mother’s screams pierced the air. Shouts were exchanged. Her pleas mixed with his rageful slurs.
A loud CRACK followed, and mom never spoke again.
I looked at Aurora.
Run.
Run.
Tell her to run.
Tell her to run.
Tell her to run now.
Run.
Run.
“Hide,” I whispered.
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