![]() ![]() All he knew was that the ones around him only glanced at him before going on their way, and that the sun was starting to set. ![]() He ended up sitting on a sidewalk, his back up against a random building as he hugged his knees to his chest. But it wasn't long before his body slowed, telling him to stop, and he was forced to listen to it. He didn't care where he went, he just wanted to run. But he didn't see any of it, shutting his eyes to try and stop the tears threatening to come out. And he could smell the scent of wet concrete. He could hear the talking of people passing by. ![]() He went out of his room, past his parents in the kitchen, shouting for him as he burst through the front door. There was only one new thought:Īnd he did. Why did Mom have to be so mean? Dad loved her but Mom just kept shouting and hitting him. ![]() Or, worse, it was something he did and Dad was taking it for him again. It was probably over something stupid again, like Dad not buying the right drink or not putting his clothes away. He could still hear Mom being mean to Dad. Those were the only thoughts in Ren's head as he tried to make himself as small as possible in the corner of his room and covered his ears to block the noise. ![]()
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