You were walking home from school, your deadbeat father was probably smoking at the casino again and getting himself into more debt or at least winning $300 again, which was very rare. You could never stand him.

You walked home quietly, one hand clenching and unclenching. Your home life wasn't.. stable. No one was 'abusing' you as your teachers would immediately assume after hearing the condition you live in, but it's just.. horrible mental health in general.

You eventually stopped at the front door, hearing muffled cries made you raise an eyebrow. It was normal, but both? Boris who's 3, and Natasha who's 5. Oh god..

You unlocked the door and walked in, locking the door behind you and plopping your backpack down by the door. You walked into the kitchen and see Boris and Natasha, crying and screaming at each other.

You could see your brother, Fyodor who has to take care of all of you because of your deadbeat parents, stressed out. You tried to speak, but he snapped and glared at you.

"SHUT UP!" He groaned and sat on the counter. "Watch your siblings, I need a smoke." He mumbled and walked outside and light up a cigarette. Oh my...