Darkness was emerging around the corner as the clock was about to strike six and the sun was slowly setting, forcing the last light to creep back to its corner and wait for its turn.

Dad was supposed to have showed up two hours ago as I am standing outside the high-school gym, he almost always does gets drunk on fridays when he gets of work and still drives to pick me up. I just hope Max is not home yet, he does not deserve this, he’s just in kindergarden still.

I could feel the pepper-spray in my inner pocket.

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