Heather Chandler (Heathers) - Daddy Issues

Chapter 1 - Childhood

Warning: Abuse and Alcohol.
#Heather Chandler's POV:

I remember one day, one horrible day back in my childhood. The worst day of my life.
I was 6 years old, and I was asleep, it was 12am in the morning and I could hear screaming and shouting coming from down stairs, this was happened months before but the arguments were never this heated.
I sprung out of my bed and went to check down stairs to see what was happening, I could hear what sounded like a window smashing, maybe someone had broke in? i didn't know at the time- well that was until I peered my head over the living room door and saw my mom and dad arguing. My mom looked hurt, there were small bits of blood, but not a lot. She also seemed upset. I was horrified, however when I got a bit closer, I saw the smashed window behind her, my thoughts were that my dad had threw something at the window and it just missed her, smashing it.

I couldn't help myself, suddenly my mouth opened, "Mommy." My quiet voice let out, but then my mom stopped shouting at my dad immediately and came over to me, I could see the blood clearer now- it was her nose that was bleeding. I looked up at her as she looked down at me, she put her hand on my cheek and started rubbing it slightly.
"I'm okay honey, I'm okay." She spoke, though I knew she wasn't, she was crying. I had never seen my mom cry before, it was hard to watch, then I heard footsteps come closer, causing me to back up from the situation. I then saw my dad with blood on his knuckles, I could only guessed what happened there. I looked up at my mom again as she looked back in concern, she knew that this was never going to get better.
"Go up to bed honey." She said to me, so I nodded then went up stairs.

(The next morning)
I must have fell asleep straight away because I never heard anything else through the night, or perhaps it was a dream? I wasn't too sure. I got up from my room carrying my teddy bear down stairs, to see if breakfast was ready, mostly hoping that what I just experienced the night before wasn't real.
When I got down things went from worse to even more worse. I saw a packed suitcase laying on the floor beside the front door, usually when that happened my mom would be going on her business trips, although it didn't seem like that was the case. It seemed like she was getting ready to leave for a long time. How long? I never knew.
It was always worse when my mom left because dad always took his anger out on me, shouting and screaming at the littlest things I do, he was also always drinking from a glass bottle, I asked to try it once but my mom said it was a drink for older people, at the time I wasn't sure what it was, but now I realise that it was alcohol.
He drank it an awful lot and whenever he did he always got more and more angry.
I looked over at my mom and tilted my head slightly.
"Mommy are you going on another trip?" I asked, then she shook her head and smiled, still letting tears flow.
"No honey, I'm going to be going away for a little while, not like a trip. I promise I'll try my best to be around every weekend."
She says pulling me into a hug.
I didn't quite understand what she was going on about, but I could tell that whatever it was, was gonna have a massive impact on the family.
"Can't I come with you?" I asked, then she started crying more and more.
"I wish you could honey, but there will be no one to watch you." She nodded.
"I can take care of myself, I'm 6." I responded, clearly not knowing that it wasn't true.
"No honey, I'm sorry." She responds one more time, "Do not tell your father I'm leaving." She says, then she picks up her suitcase and waved.
"Goodbye angel." She says in a broken tone, then walks out the door and shutting it.
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming down stairs of our very large mansion, he then walked up to me, clutching a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Where is your mother."
He spoke in an angry tone, I couldn't help but stutter, "I- uhm- mom- she."
"Tell me, now!" He shouted then I frowned.
"Mom said she was going to the store." I responded, and that's where the lies began.