The clock was showing 3:08 in the morning. Sara is curled up next to me asleep, her thumb in her mouth. She is six years old and my little sister. I don't know how she's sleeping through my parents arguing.
My parents fight a lot. They fight over who my mom's sleeping with, what drugs she's doing, and her lack of parenting. Tonight they are arguing over who my mom is sleeping with. Dad says he'll leave her if she can't stay faithful, thing is, dad has been saying that for years.
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"Harley?" I hear Matt holler through the closed door. "How much longer are you going to be in the bathroom?"
"Give me a few minutes, I'm finishing getting dressed." I say as I stumble trying to get my left foot into my jeans.
"Ok, try to hurry, I need to piss."
"Haha," I laugh "go outside."
"Very funny Har, please hurry."
