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Also for all of you who have add me to your favorites, thank you, and I am still working on them. I have just hit a mojor roadblock. Currently I am trying to figure out where Where Are You Shawn is going.

Shut up, you are just a lying cheating whore!

Please Chris you dont know what youre talking about.

*Sounds of a someone hitting the ground and glass breaking echo down the long empty hallway*

Sara Sidle sits u and, unable to hold back any longer, begins to sob. She hugs her knees and leans her head back against her bedroom wall. Painted bright green, her favorite color. Her dad painted it for her fifth birthday. Before he became a drunk.

Today is her thirteenth birthday, but she knew this was going to be the highlight of her day. Hoping that her present will be her dad passing out before he can reach her room. That her mom will be okay, that maybe, just maybe they will all survive this.

More sobs escapes and her forehead hits her knees, praying her dad cant hear her. Her Long brown once silky hair falls free from the poorly done ponytail. Hiding her deep brown eyes from the world. A world where she wants to do is escape.

She tries not to, but her mind wanders to better times, times when her and her family loved one another. Her mom, Katie, and Dad, Chris, are ex-hippies and proud of it. They always enjoyed life to the fullest, never letting anything darken their days.

The two best days in their lives, like any proud parent, are the days Matt and Sara were born. Every kid wanted Mr. And Mrs. Sidle as his or her mom and dad. Every parent wishes Sara and Matt were their children. It was straight out of a fairy tale.

But like any fairy tale and villain has to enter at some point. That villain would be Chris Sidles ex-boss. For it was he that decided Chris would not be able to work there anymore. It was him that, while Chris worked for him, decided to lead Chris to the wonderful world of Alcohol.

Before he would do anything for his family, spoil his kids rotten. But after that fateful day they consider themselves lucky if he passes out on the couch when he comes home at 3 in the morning. Reeking of beer and perfume.

Sara was curled in a little ball, lost in her own world when her door slammed against the wall, flakes of paint and plaster falling to the hard wood floor. Sara, an expert by now, didnt even flinch. No, she knew flinching only made him mad, so she let him no she was listening.

Dinner better be ready by the time I get home. Got it slut.

She nodded her head and he slammed her door shut, and stomped down the halls. Shaking so bad it was hard to walk, she slowly made it down to the kitchen.

Her mother was already in there, frying some bacon. She makes room and Sara grabs eggs and begins cracking.