Sally had finally reached home . Her hands began to tremble , while her breathing became quick and short , Sally feared to step into her home . It's never been home anyway.
She slowly and carefully opened the door , creeping in as quietly as possible the stench of alcohol lingering. Just as she thought she was safe , her hair was sharply grabbed from behind pulling her.
In that split second she was already prepared for what was going to happen next , it wasn't the first time , and yet the fear still was still terrifying.
Once her hair was pulled she screamed "AHHH!" her scream was high pitched and basically defined the feeling of fear.
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID BRAT!" it was her father this time her mother still hadn't returned from yesterday evening. He reeked of alcohol and you can tell by the many amount of bottles on the floor that he had been drinking a lot that day.
"YOUR LATE HOME AGAIN YOU LITTLE BITCH , I GAVE THE THE PRIVILEGE TO WALK HOME AND GO TO SCHOOL AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME YOU SPOILT LITTLE BRAT! WHY DID YOUR BASTARD MOTHER GIVE BIRTH TO SUCH A UNGRATEFUL SWINE!?" he was throwing insults at Sally like his words were water. Sally began to cry for him tugging her hair and the insults he made everyday. She hated her home she hated her family.
and yet there was no escape....