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They were returning home.
The day in the city had been perfect: lots of icecream, even more soda and an unrecognizable amount of unknown people. That relaxed feel just had stuck to them. There was no one that would have bullied them. No teachers nagging, no never-present father, no sweet - but dead - mother.
In fact, the ultimate 'Relax-and-it'll-be-fine'-feel had muted everything around them. Screeching cars, barking dogs, blabbering people, even drunkards. It was like they had spent the whole day in totally stress-free bubble of perfection. No sad memories, annoying noises, strong smells.
Nothing hurt them.

But, as it usually is in this world, that perfection couldn't last.

- ... Sis...
- I know...
Broken furniture.
Walls covered in paint.
Total mess.
And in the middle of it all...
The Gang.
- Well well well, look what we have here.

Their father came home around 1 a.m. just to find the house was ruined and his precious kids beaten to a bloody pulp.

TBC.....