Us Forever

Chapter 2 - sadness

I was hoping that the boy that was there, was there again tomorrow, he seemed nice, well the nicest someone has ever been when I was trying to make friends.

He seemed surprised that I hadn't made any friends before, which I took as a compliment. He must think I would be a great friend.

Which I would be.

I got home with my coin bag still full with loonies since I hadn't really played anything that time. I'll play more next time, I opened our black chalkish door with gold handles to see my father...drunk.

What's new.

I tried to avoid him and run up to my room but that failed.

"HEY YOU" he slurred his words stumbling towards me holding a glass of whiskey, "yes papa?" I asked trying to seem as happy as possible.

"WHY ARE YOU SO HAPPY?" He slurred coming so close to me that I wanted to just punch him multiple times seeing him bleed out and scream for mercy, wanting- begging for me to stop, but I would only stop when he promised to never hurt mama or me ever again. Including my siblings but he seems to not pay attention to them, which is good because no attention means no physical contact.

My mind is a weird place, always has been. But that's okay, mama says "weird is just another word for unique, and who doesn't want to be unique" well, I think that being weird is cool in general, yes a 17 year old thinks being weird is cool. What about it?

"HELLOOOO" he said knocking the bottle slightly on my temple.

Maybe my mind isn't so weird after all, maybe I should just punch him constantly.

"I'm not sure papa, mindset on life I believe" I said boldly.

"That's pathetic." He said eyeing my ass.

It made me very uncomfortable.

"Please don't look at my ass." I asked politely.

"I didn't ask you to speak, DID I SLUT? NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM." he slurred.

"Okay." I scoff running up to my room with my coin bag.

Maybe I should hit him with it, just a quick wack, knocking him out  and  when he woke up just tell him he passed out. Although he doesn't like being told the 'obvious'.

When I got to my room I tried to forget about it, just think about the boy.

My new friend. Game/hand buddy.

Hm, what is a name I can give that.

These were all things I could've been thinking about, it was hard though. My father was drunk downstairs slurring and yelling at my mother.

That's not something I should be able to just put to the side, I felt useless, there's nothing I can do. And on top of that I'm leaving my mother and siblings with him.

See, mama can't leave him because of money, he pays for the house, and our cars, mama is just a maid that he got with and ended up having kids with. Use protection is the lesson they didn't learn since they had 2 more kids after me.

Maybe they were in love at some point, but obviously not now. Well papa wasn't in love with mama, but mama was very, so so very in love with papa, no matter what he did.

Sad. Oh well. Life will be life, no matter how ruthless it may be.

I finally got to sleep dreaming about killing my father and inheriting everything. Oh a good dream. Well other than killing my father, I do love my father, when he's sober that is. Which is barely ever.