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JEREMYS P.O.V "I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" My Dad Yelled as he stumbled over too me "YOU WHERE THE REASON YOUR MOTHER LEFT US!" "Da-" SMASH! I felt blood trickle down my cheek. He had it me with a beer bottle...again. I ran as fast as I could to my room and locked the door shut. I could hear my dad banging on the door "OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKER!" Tears sliped down my face. I felt Dizzy. I hid under the covers of my tatty bed sheet and shut my eyes. - - - I woke up a few hours later it was 10:00 PM. My dad had stopped banging on the door and was probably out cold on the couch. I felt a loud gurgle coming from my stomach I hadn't eaten for days. "No Jeremy... you don't need food" I whispered to myself and tried to ignore it, but my stomach was bugging me. "An Apple wouldn't make a difference" I sighed and Got out of my bed and unlocked the door. I crept down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake my dad who was mumbling something in his drunken slumber. I picked up an apple from the kitchen and stared making my way back to the stairs when I tripped on an old news paper. "Oof!" I rubbed my head and looked over at my dad who flinched a bit I picked up the Newspaper, It read GRAND REOPENING! COME BE A PART OF THE NEW FACE OF FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZA! WHAT COULD GO WRONG? £100.50 A WEEK! My Face cracked a smile, This is exactly what I needed! Somewhere to get away too and to also I would get money for it. I ran up to my bed room I'll apply for a job tomorrow I don't think its too far away! I lay down in my bed Holding the paper in my hand "This is it"
Picture you without me (JEREMIKE)
