9/12/16; Screaming On Top Of Staircases

At the end of the staircase, I raise my voice at you. My fists are clenched from the frustration of your words, and my cheeks get hot from the tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. It was a full house  that night, everyone knew what we were becoming. The moment you opened the old screen door and stepped outside; I wanted to believe but, I knew that I should leave.

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