Joe's eyes scaled the outside of his little house he shared with his brothers. Peering into the sky was, dawn is approaching. A quick growl escaped his lips when his hand broke through his short brown hair, showing his anger at his loss of the night. His hand went to the cold doorknob, and pushed it open as he quickly locked, as amplified in the interior. Consider the dark room, he began his shoes. "Dumbass. You think you know how to avoid the damn black ball." He mutteredas he wiped his face, the sweat that had built up riding. His head was pounding from a hangover, but the alcohol still lurked within his system. - Frankie was snoring quietly as the slamming of the fridge in the little house rang. His 8-year-old head jumped up and his eyes looked quickly to his room. "Nick?" He asked softly as he moved his young body of his twin bed. Made a yawn escaped his lips as his little feet soft sounds from the dirty carpet, until his sightcame in contact with the kitchen light. "Nick?" He asked again, louder than before. He made his way into the kitchen to see Joe pulling apart the fridge, eat probably looking for something to be appetizing. With difficulty eyes, Joe grabbed his head to the little boy, his eyes the second hand Mickey Mouse pajamas travels in disgust. "What do you want?" He snapped bitterly as he ripped the top of a bag of raisins. Frankie looked like his lower lip trembled. "I just wanted to know...
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