HOLLY POV
I always liked the dark, but not because it shunned me away from the light, but because it meant that night had taken over and it meant that I could sit in bed, close the world around me, and make a reality where everything could finally be perfect.
9:58 pm
9:59 pm
10:00 pm
I couldn't let sleep take over me! I was sitting on our couch waiting for my father to arrive home safely. My mind was swarmed with thoughts as each thought was a drifting cloud, but my clouds wouldn't run away, they watched me, just like that car.
I needed to tell him about the sketchy-ass car and why he is skipping dinner all of a sudden. I look at the clock which reads 10:10 pm.
Where is my father!
My thoughts soon vanished when a loud bang erupted from the door. We usually don't get visitors at this time of night and especially with that much force. I knew I was safe inside the door and the windows were locked, I had a baseball bat under my bed just in case.
The doorknob slowly jerked up and down signaling to me that something or someone was coming in. I suddenly felt warm energy enter the room. It was my father
My DRUNK father
No no no! Father promised me after my mother's death that he wouldn't go back to drinking. He must have a reason for this! He could always cover up how drunk he was, he was good at hiding his emotions just like me. But right now, right at this moment, I could read him like a book. His eyes were roaming everywhere, bags under his eyes, having trouble walking. Don't get me started on the empty beer bottle in his hand.
It made me sick! Sick to the bone.
"Father, where have you been? I have been worried sick and to see you stumble in dru-" I stood up from the couch and approached him slowly.
"I'm fine Holly, I just got caught up at work" He interrupted me.
I went to the sink and turned on the cold water and drenched a cloth with it. I couldn't believe it! My father, my forever, my everything lied to me!
I walked to my drunk father who was resting on the couch, I placed the cold compress on his head and rubbed his shoulders. The silence filled the room until he spoke up
"I'm sorry Holly. I fucked up! I fucked up." He rested his elbows on his knees and held his helpless face in his hands.
"H-How could you lie to me! You promised!" I stuttered as I didnt know what to say. He looked up from his hands and embraced me in a tight hug. The smell of cheap whiskey and vodka lingered in my nose.
We looked at each other for a few seconds before he spoke up once more. He sounded drunker than ever but he still held courage and strength in his voice.
"Can we talk about this tomorrow, I need you to get some sleep, and I promise that I will explain everything" he grabbed my hands in his as he squeezed them tightly.
"We can get through this together" are all the words I could form as I made my way to my bed to let sleep take over me.
Dark, lonely, frantic.
Thoughts are the only voice I hear. Rustling, waiting for my eyes to say 'I want to run from this fear'.
I finally hear the sound of silence as my feet begin to sink, my body feels light but my mind has running thoughts. I close my eyes, but I still see those thoughts that travel like clouds and all I want to do is get away.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Point
Romance" He raised his large hand as I squinted my eyes preparing myself for the sting that will wash across my face. But it never came, my face still feels numb and lifeless. I opened my dull eyes to see him, his eyes held anger until he saw mine. His dar...
