He tore the room apart and flung the bed over to find me staring at her lifeless body. My dad and Nana argued he grabbed a knife and slit her throat. I heard someone running upstairs and the door just flung open. I could hear a few pops and then silence. She grabbed a revolver hand gun while I hid under my bed. My grandad was a retired police officer and took me and my nana(grandmother) to my room upstairs to hide. Lucky for me my grandparents loved me enough to keep me.īut when he found me he tried to get into the house one day after school. About five and a half years ago when I was just ten my Dad found me living with my grandparents because my mom had found another man and a better life so she dumped me with her past. You see my Dad who I never actually met had some, um 'mental' problems. I know you think im overreacting because im a teen but im not. Im not really sure what that means but I think it means I have no choice and I should just go with it. My name is Matthew Di Corrado.It is Italian yes, and it means a courageous person to take any kind of decision.
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Oh nd the italic letters mean hes thinking This story contains gay male sex scenes and vulgar language.
