It was cold, too cold.The weather had changed from bright blue to thick dark gray. Cory couldn’t understand what was going on. The house felt tight, he’d managed to escape from his father, and now, sitting behind the door, head buried in his knees, he didn’t know what to do. He cried. Crying was a worse option than any other course of action at this point.The door banged open, hitting him hard. His father had heard him. Cory felt strong arms pulling at him, dragging him out from behind the kitchen door. He was flung halfway across the kitchen, landing on the hard tiles, tears pouring from his eyes.There was a clatter.Just a few centimeters from him was a butcher knife, glistening in the dim light. Cory reached for it. His father staggered heavily towards him, a bottle of alcohol in his left hand, and a belt on the other. He drank the remaining bit of alcohol and flung the bottle away. Cory waited, shivering. He was sweating.H
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