Tommy ran as fast as he could, tears streaking down his young face. Running down the steep hill he slipped in the mud and was sent tumbling violently to the bottom. As he came to a stop he immediately picked himself up and pushing past the pain, crawled into the large, gloomy drain pipe ahead of him. He crawled deep inside, far far away from where anyone could ever find him. Bringing his knees to his chest he held them there as he wept. Despite his attempts to block them out, the memories flooded into his head. He saw the mental image of his father punching his mother, knocking her to the ground. He remembered the distinct smell of blood in the air, causing him to vomit. But what was more memorable then any of it, the part he wanted to forget the most, were the sounds. His mind raced with the sounds of his father’s verbal abuse as he beat his mother. The sound of his mother’s screams echoed inside his mind as he stood helpless from the stair case. This is where he’ll stay, for as long as possible, he’ll stay in this pipe, away from the horrors of his life. As odd as it seemed this was where he felt safest.
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