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-The air felt heavy, sticky, musty. It suffocated any chance of my lungs taking in a full breath. I crept up the stairs, tiptoeing past my father, who was sitting on the couch reading one of his Zone books, mumbling to himself and writing notes in the margin.

I held my breath, hoping I wouldn鈥檛 disturb him. I carried a pile of freshly folded towels in my arms, and put them on the little storage table outside the bathroom. After peeking in mom鈥檚 room to see if she was asleep, I decided all was calm and exhaled, then regretted it because of the pungent smell of waste that lingered in the bathroom. After a few minutes of standing under the hot water, my tight, achey muscles began to relax. but only after five minutes, the hot water turned icy and I hurried to wash my hair and get out.

鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥?I heard my mother鈥檚 voice from across the house.

鈥淪huttin鈥?the water off! That crazy ***** won鈥檛 get out of the shower so I can take a piss!鈥?He snapped back. His voice came from downstairs, in the old cellar.

Then, with my hair still lathered with shampoo, the water stopped short. I started to groan with frustration then caught myself and forced it back into my throat. The next second, I heard pounding on the door.

鈥淕et out of the bathroom! I need to take a piss!鈥?the acidic anger in his voice hung in the air, even after my father made this demand. I opened the door, not wanting to start an argument. I reached for a towel, but they were gone.

鈥淲hat happened to the towels?鈥?I asked.

鈥淕et out of the ******* bathroom!鈥?br>
鈥淐an I have a towel?鈥?br>
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 need a ******* towel!鈥?

鈥淧lease give me a towel, or move so I can get one myself!鈥?I raised my voice, beginning to get frustrated.

鈥淕et out of that bathroom before I make you, you stubborn *****!鈥?He came closer as he hissed this in my face, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He grabbed my wrist with a tight angry fist and attempted to pull me out from behind the door. I managed to yank free from his grip and slam the door in his face. I immediately locked it, and backed to the far wall of the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of my face in the steamed mirror, and for a moment I didn鈥檛 recognize the reflection as my own. Fear and fatigue made my eyes look heavy, my face thin. My cheeks were pale and stained with tears. I rested my head in my hands and leaned on the windowsill, desperate for some fresh air. My head pounded to the beat of my fathers fists hitting the bathroom door, and shaking the doorknob.

鈥淪top! Please, stop!鈥?Silence. Then, something hit the door and crashed to the floor.

鈥淵ou ******* asshole!鈥?My mother鈥檚 voice now. I sighed and sank to the floor, tears streaming heavily now. 鈥淪top! Get away from me! Oh my God, Dennis! Stop!鈥?She screamed.

鈥淵ou stubborn *****. She鈥檚 just like you. Just like you and you鈥檙e mother. All three of you are all the same worthless pieces of ****.鈥?He hissed, his voice getting lower and lower. I recognized that voice, and it gave me chills. I knew he was getting closer and closer to her with every second passing, spitting every intimidating word.

鈥淚 swear, dennis,鈥?she warned, 鈥淚 will call the cops.鈥濃€淒on鈥檛 you dare.鈥?He threatened.

鈥淥r what? You can鈥檛 touch me. They鈥檒l lock you up.鈥?br>
鈥淭hey haven鈥檛 yet.鈥?He whispered, only loud enough for me to hear, a few feet away. Silence. One mississippi, two mississippi, I counted. Oh God. Make it stop. Please. Let it be over. I heard a weak whimper from my mother, and I wasn鈥檛 sure if it was a sigh of relief or a gasp from fear.

I heard footsteps to the bathroom and a light tap on the door.

鈥淗oney, let me in.鈥?Her voice was weak and hoarse, but free of the fear that I heard before. My butt stuck to the floor as I tried to get up. My father鈥檚 aim is to blame there.Liked it. In the beginning I think if you just said "the air heavy" that would be good enough. Other than that, perfect.