Vast HELL

It seemed idyllic. The simple, charming lifestyles that they all lived. They went to school, came back, and played outside. The kids had nothing to worry about. The parents went to work in their SUVs, grabbed a Starbucks on their way to work. They came back at 5, with some takeout, went in and watched TV. A simple lifestyle. Every Saturday they took out their children to the baseball game. Came home. Sundays were church which they really didnt attend all the time. Every Wednesday from 4:00-4:30 pm, five to six Mexicans would scurry across the lawn trimming everything, making everything tidy. They life seemed so simple.
Everything was fine outside. Inside, things got more interesting. In the red house on the corner, he beat her whenever she disobeyed. Two houses down, the wife was out for the weekend and the mistress was over. In between the two houses, he drank himself away, while she cried, as usually.
The kids were just as bad. As soon as his parents were sleeping, he snuck out at night. He goes out and vandalizes a wall. His grades a slipping. Another house, he didnt smoke pot today, his parents are wondering where his appetite went. The last house on the block, she starts crying as the pregnancy strip comes out positive.
The next morning, the kids wake up at 6 in the morning, and get ready for school. The parents drop them and go to work, stopping by for a Starbucks on the way. The come back at 5, which some takeout, go in a watch TV. A simple lifestyle