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i can sense the tension in the house. i tiptoe downstairs,and peek around the corner, just in time to see him pouring the liquor. i can hear it,and the sound is enough to make me cry. i crawl into my bed,and fall asleep quickly. i awake to a loud boom,shaking the whole house. i jump up and turn on the light,i wander down the hallway.. when i pass my sisters room i hear them whisper "jess!no!don't go down there.come in here" i can tell by their eyes, that the liquor has yet again got to him. i go to lay down with them,by that time i can hear him racing up the stairs. he walks in with a furious look,his lips are tight,he's red and sweaty- i hear sirens outside and he runs back downstairs. they knock and knock,until finally he gets the door. time passed by slowly.i started to fall into a slumber. the sound of him opening the door woke me up. this time he didn't look so angry, he looked hurt. his eyes were glossy,and red. he sits down on the bed,and tells my sisters and i how much he loves us,and how sorry he is for screwing up. in my mind i'm thinking- but daddy,this happens all the time.wat's so different now? a police officer walks in,and puts him in cuffs. the last thing i remember is the pathetic look he had on his face,when he glanced over his shoulder at me,and mouthed "i love you"
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