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I could hear them out in the kitchen. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they were arguing. Then it grew quiet and she started to cry.
  Everything else was silent; no one in the kitchen moved and neither did I. Heart-shattering silence swept through the household like a plague. Such an obvious contrast to a usually cheery home. But I knew that this wasn’t my home anymore. I hate what the silence expresses. It can show people at their rawest. It breaks people. It breaks people apart.
   A shot of light suddenly poured onto my hiding place.
   'Get up,' came a horrid voice. I looked up, frightened of the monster before me. Dad bent down, stumbling from drunkenness but that only made his eyes piercing through me worse.
   'We’re leaving. Don’t bother saying a word to your mother,' spat his words, still tasting of his night at the
pub. He slammed the door shut, trapping me back in the cupboard.

Rosie

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