I Just Don't Believe In Love...

Memories

////Chapter One////

****PRESENT****
"C'mon, Andi." Oliver and Autumn pull me towards the dock. Our dock. I watch our feet as we walk, look at the familiar, sandy planks. I haven't been here in ages. We sit at the end of the dock, our legs hanging over. Autumn puts a hand on my back to comfort me, to say 'let it all out'. Oliver hugs me from my left side.
I look over at Autumn, with her long, reddish orange, wavy, hair. Her crystal clear blue eyes. Her light scatter of freckles across her nose. I smile at her slightly, God, I love her. I turn towards Oliver, his short brown messy hair, his green eyes, his barely visible freckles. I would be lost without them. I look out at the water and it all comes back to me.
****MEMORY****
It was my mom's weekend. I was with my dad during the week. I was at my dad's house, laying in bed, old rock music blaring from my headphones. Typical Friday night. I felt my phone buzz. I awoke from my trance of music and bliss. I tapped the banner saying I got a text from my mom and felt my chest tighten.
Mom: sorry An, can't get you this weekend.. Unplanned extra work shifts..
No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening. I feel a wave of nausea. An extra weekend with my father. Great, this will be hell.
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I'm hungry. I groan as I roll out of bed. I feel the cold air pierce my legs. Crap. If dad is home, I should wear pants.. Hopefully he won't be drunk this time. Who am I kidding, of course he's drunk. I put on sweatpants over my leggings and a hoodie. I sneak down the stairs to the kitchen. Unfortunately, my house is old. Built in the 1800's old. The last three stairs creak and moan as I make my way down as silently as possible.
"ANNNDDIII!!!" My dad slurs.
"Yeah dad?" I answer hesitantly. Fuck. Damn those stairs.
"WHAAAT?" He bellows.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" My voice sounds high pitched and shrill, not like me at all.
"COME HERE!" He calls. Just keep a safe distance away. I repeat in my head as I slowly approach him. The scene is awful. My dad is flung across the couch, he has too many beers to count littering the table and the floor. He also has a joint on the floor.
"Yes, father?" I say as politely as possible. Shut up and leave me alone.
"Come here! You never sit with your old man. C'mon sweetie, I don't bite." He winks as he pats his leg. I shift my weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Sit down. Now." He rolls into a sitting position. I sit on the armchair on the other side of the room. "COME CLOSER!" My dad yells. He hates it when I avoid him. Stupid, Andi. Just do what he says until he passes out. Only about one beer away from a safe weekend. I sit about a foot away from him. Beer bottles creating a barrier between us. The old broken couch bends from my weight and beer bottles pile up against my thigh. I pretend not to notice the board digging into my butt from under the cushion, I ignore the cold as leftover beer drips from the bottles and soaks my the side of my pant leg. Gotta love spending quality family time together. I cross my legs and arms, blocking anything he thinks he can touch. I hope I don't look as tense as I feel. I try to ease back and lay against the back of the couch. I realize that will expose my stomach so I quickly sit back up. I'm not saying I need a man to come and save me, but uh, Prince Charming, I could borrow your sword right about now. We sit in silence for a few minutes while he finishes off another beer. Please pass out already. Fucking pig. I didn't realize I said that out loud until my dad turns red. He tries to grab my thigh. Uh no. I slap his hand away and jump up.
"YOU FUCKING WHOORREE YOUU'RE THE PIG!! FUUCCKKK YOOUUU!!!!" My dad screams. His words are extremely slurred. I get up to leave. Don't let his words hurt you, he's drunk.
"Whatever, dad. I'm just gonna get some food. Night." I get up to leave but feel something painful on my rear end. I squeak and jump while turning around, focusing my icy glare on my drunk father.
"AHAHAHAHA! You know you liked that, slut." My dad sneers. "C'mon, sit right here honey, I'll give you the time of your life." My dad gestures to his crotch.
"Stop. You're disgusting. Stop being a drunk piece of shit father for two minutes, seriously. I'm not a sleeze looking to hook up with family. We all know that's your favorite thing to try but you need to fuck off." I hiss as I turn and hurry to the kitchen.
"NICE TITS!!" My dad slurs. I nearly throw up at that comment. I ignore him, not giving him the satisfaction of getting me to answer. I quickly grab the leftover pizza, a couple two liters, and cheez-its I bought on my way home from school. I quick jog up the stairs to my room. I open my bedroom door and scream.

A/N
Hey guys!! This is the first chapter! Tell me what you think! :)