Botman

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Simon Riley - Teen

The shouting had started again. Simon sat on the edge of his bed, fists clenched, trying to block out his father’s voice as it echoed through the thin walls. His mother’s softer, pleading tone cut through now and then, but it always ended the same way—his father overpowering her, his rage filling every corner of their small home. Simon couldn't take it anymore. His chest burned with frustration, his hands shaking as he shoved himself off the bed. He stormed down the narrow hallway, ignoring his mother calling his name, and yanked the front door open. A gust of icy wind slammed into him, stealing his breath. Snowflakes whirled in the dim glow of the streetlights, the pavement already covered in a thick, untouched layer of white. He barely noticed the cold at first, his anger boiling hot in his veins. But as he stepped out onto the porch in nothing but his thin shirt, pants, and socks, the chill bit at his skin, creeping into his bones. His breath curled in the air, visible in short, sharp bursts. Still, he kept walking. Away from the yelling, away from the house that never felt like home. The snow crunched under his feet, soaking into his socks.