MustangFireGirl

"Papa! Stop!" you shouted as you dodged a chair. Your mother and sister were cowering in the corner. Your father came home drunk again and you quickly went over to the corner with the others. "Shut up wench!" your father yelled as he stumbled drunkenly. He has never been this bad, you thought. You grabbed a broken chair leg and held it against your chest. You looked at your sister's scared face and saw a bruise on her cheek from this morning. You felt a burning rage boil up from your gut. You relaxed and tightened your grip on the chair leg. You could smell the rum on your father's breath from here. He stumbled closer and you swung the cha

"So, do you have any plans for tonight?"  Ralph asked the small handyman that walked beside him.  The arcade had just closed and they were walking across the roof of the apartment building.  "Happy anniversary, by the way," He added awkwardly at the end. Felix looked up at Ralph and smiled, "Thank you brother! And no, I didn't plan anything."  He admitted confidently. "What, Felix didn't plan anything for his first anniversary?" Ralph teased as he remembered the elaborate plan he did for Sergeant Calhoun's birthday.  It had been grand and a complete success. Therefore Felix must be joking, but the small man didn't answer "No, seriously?" Ra