Y/N POV
September 3rd, 2018
As I opened the front door the smell of pot emerged from the main entrance. Once I entered, I tripped over a few empty beer bottles and cans. Stumbling farther into the house the faint sounds of snores could be heard coming from down the hall. The farther I traveled down the hall the louder the noises got. Once I entered the living room thing that made the unpleasant sounds could be found passed out on an old liquor stained couch with a cheap bottle of booze laid on his chest. I was disappointed but not surprised he had promised me he would stop. But not even a week later here he is. The sound of music made me lose my train of thought. As I swiftly made my way towards where the noise came from to turn it off. When a familiar song came on. I could not quite place my finger on it though. It is a very popular song. But still I could not think of it. "Hotel California" a voice boomed from behind me. I quickly turned around to face the man I loved but dreaded my father. "Your mother and I used to listen to it all the time when you and your brother we younger," He said in a low raspy voice. "You and your brother used to dance around in the living room to it " I slowly nodded, not knowing how to respond. My father and I hadn't really had a real conversation in a while. Although we lived in the same house it felt more like we where acquaintances. We both stood in the kitchen stiff as boards not saying anything. I mean there was really nothing to say. Luckily the sound of the doorbell broke the silence. My father made his way to the front door while I still stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. Once my father came back into the room he had an envelope in his hand. It was thick. At least a few sheets of paper were folded up into the envelope. I was right. He opened it to reveal at least 3 sheets of paper. His face dropped after only reading for a few seconds....
