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Run and Hide

By a--.a.

You're at home, with your mom, living in a rundown apartment with enough food to survive for the rest of the day. Most of the money that you had your father had spent on his gambling addiction. Your mother is sitting at the table with a blank stare towards the window, her eyes glazed open with shock. 

"Your dad's home sweetie, go hide in your room."