The Argument 

"You need to stop treating her like that, that is your daughter and you need to treat her with some respect!" 

No,  you can NOT tell me what to do here, I'm the one who gets out of my way to take YOUR daughter to school. Every time, I am almost late to work because of her!" 

As I listen to my parents fighting, I start to feel a tear sliding down my face. I curl up into a ball and start crying. I never liked my dad, he never liked me. He always drives too fast when he takes me to school. So fast we almost crash every time.  

"You need to shut up sometimes." My stepdad says. 

There is constant arguing. I lay down on my bed, covering my ears with my pillows.

*CRASH*

I hear a loud bang sound, followed by my mom crying absurdly. I ran downstairs to see my dad hit my mom with a wooden cutting board.  He ran to me saying, "Now, you're next."

"RUN SWEETIE, RUN!" my mom says as my dad starts chasing me.

I remembered we had a gun in the back of the house. I ran to grab it but suddenly, I got cornered.

Hi, I'm Christine. I am 12 years old and live with my mom and stepdad. My dad had died recently due to a severe car crash. My mom is very poor and barely has any money, but on the other hand, my dad is rich and always has cash to spend. He owns 3 Lamborghinis and we all live in his 4 story mansion. My room is upstairs right above the kitchen. My mom and stepdad fight there almost every night.  It gets annoying when I try to sleep for school, and all I hear is yelling and arguing back and forth for hours. I almost get a migraine because of their bickering.  As I'm writing this, they are arguing at this very moment.  It is getting ver-

There was a bang. "AAAH!" Mom screamed at the top of her lungs. 

I rush down to go check and the whole side of her face is beat red. There is a wooden cutting board in my stepdad's hand.

 "Now, you're next."

"RUN SWEETIE! RUN!" my mom says as my dad starts chasing me.

I run as fast as I can and I remember there is a gun. I run to get it and get cornered. He is a little bit away. Scared, I count to myself to calm down and get ready to shoot.

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*BANG!*

I hear a bang sound behind me. I slowly open my eyes, frightened. Looking behind me a tall police officer came from the window I was near. 

"I got you pal." The cop said winking.

I ran to get my mom and to see if she was okay, but she wasn't moving. "MOM?!" I screamed. She looked at me, putting her hand on my cheek, then slowly looking at the front door, pointing, then fainted. In tears, I looked at the door,  where my stepdad was. To my dismay, the door was wide open, but nobody was there. I just sat there in terror.