Holy shit it happened again

You were living in a hell. Everyday was a surviving. Your parents were abusive. You couldn't cope. Every next day felt only worse.

Once, they were arguing so hard, that neighbours called police. Your little sister was sleeping in your room and you were sitting on the edge of the bed and crying as quiet as possible

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Some couple arguing again and worried neighbours called us. I'm damn tired. Couldn't they have some more serious problem? We'll go over there, the man probably will be drunk, the woman will yell and after a short conversation we'll come back. This work is shitty

As we entered the flat they lived in everything was like I expected. After few moments I noticed sobbing... Kids... Oh... My heart squeezed. I felt so bad for them. I had an abusive mother myself and it scarred me for the rest of my life. I decided to check on them

I noticed a teenage boy sitting on the bed and crying next to his younger sister sleeping. I sat next to him, put my hand on his shoulder and said

"I know it's tough"