"God damnit! Give me the *hic* fucking m-money now! I'll be *hic* a-away for a co-couple of days, and I-I won't ha-ave to deal with you t-two bitches!" My father yelled. And to be honest here, his voice cracks sometimes.
"No! I need it for Cecil!" It broke my heart every time she said her name. She mentally broke down those oh so many years ago, still thinking my baby sister was still alive.
"You-your fuck-king *hic* daughter is d-dead!" He said, slapping her and making her back hit the kitchen wall with a loud BANG. I had learned my lesson to not get involved when I was five, but we don't speak of that.
I quietly opened my bedroom door and