Runaway
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Runaway I remember dad shouting, swearing. I just wanted to get out of there. I just wanted to get out of there. Mum was telling him to calm down but he didn't listen to her, he just pushed her away; she fell back and twisted her ankle. I think she might have broken her foot but dad didn't care, he was a pothead himself. He was pissed off because he had got a warning from the cops that he had seen some of my mates smoking weed next to the park, but he weren't sure if he had seen me there. Luckily he hadn't. The only reason my dad was angry was because he thought that I would turn out to be just like him, an addict with no life and no-one to care for him without a proper family, but what did he care? That was the only enjoyment...

