“I held my breath, and my heart leaped into my throat with every swerve of the raging car. My eyes clinched tighter and tighter to avoid my front seat view. Will we make it home alive? My stepfather, Cory, was hunched drunkenly over the steering wheel, his eyes as wild as a rabid dog’s. There was blood all over the front of him, and his hair was clumped and matted where the blood still flowed from his scalp. Every minute of two he swore and punched the dash, causing the car to swerve on the highway.”
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