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Claire's POV
I put my books in my backpack but I had to carry some of it. It was a struggle but I only had a five minute walk. I could do this. My foot ached but I was almost home.
I was home in no time. I was dreading it because he was going to be some what sober and that meant he'd just beat me for no reason. I think when he was
drunk he could drown out the pain he felt from losing my mom but when he's sober all thoughts of my mom come rushing to his head and he can't cope. So he takes it out on me.
"Dad I have your drink" I called out. Hoping he would take it easy because I brought him alcohol.
I saw the lights were dim and the curtains were drawn I didn't like this atmosphere one bit. It was eerie like something bad was gonna happen. But then again it's not like this house has had any positive atmosphere since my
mam died. It's like there's this volcano waiting to erupt.