Running on a Thin Thread
Today was the day where they would both finally escape. He knew it. For years, they had put up with this abuse. His mother was a monster who enjoyed beating him whenever he made a mistake, while she, the girl, whom he had met here for the first time so many years ago, had put up with her father’s violence when drunk—which was often. He remembered that promise, only when it was too late. Today was the day where, a little bit more than ten years ago, they had looked at each other for the first time. She had been…
