★★rock and roll - monty x y/n ☆☆

chapter 2

1st person pov:

i rushed home immediately and stood only inches away from the front door. fear was the only thing on my mind at that moment.

i reached for my phone to check the time. it was almost 12 o'clock at night, so a small part of me hoped that my dad would already be passed out drunk on the sofa. another part of me also knew the hell that would await on the other side of that door if my assumption was wrong.

i slowly turned the the door handle. the house was quiet except for the muffled tv playing some nightly sitcom in the corner of the room and our clock that continued to tic, despite barely hanging onto the wall.

i quietly shut the door and slowly stepped behind the couch. i noticed the numerous amount of beer bottles scattered about the living room. the putrid smell of cigarette smoke and booze causing my eyes to water.

i saw our lamp shattered on the floor. from the looks of it, dad had gotten into one of his rages again and decided to take his anger out on the lamp.

from all the things i could see in the house, strangely i could not find my father. i was honestly relieved. i might actually be able to get sleep tonight knowing that he is gone.

as i was about to head upstairs, i hear the sound of shattering glass. within a split second, a blur of a half empty beer bottle grazed right by my head. nearly hitting me, it shattered on the wall behind me. glass and beer springing off the wall.

i opened my eyes. i could feel a warm sting on the side of my cheek. i went to touch.

blood.

frantically my eyes scanned the room.

"where is he? where is he?" i said in my head.

i spotted my father, stumbling over to me from the kitchen.

"i told youo bitchh not touo leave this hou se" he slurred.

i froze in fear. it hadn't been this bad in a while.

he stumbled closer to me almost running into the side table. tripping over the broken lamp pieces, he attempted to grab out to me.

my body suddenly freed itself from its frozen fright and i sprinted towards my room. i rushed inside and locked the door, dragging my dresser and various pieces if furniture to cover the door.

i could hear the loud sharp banging and kicking of my door. screams on the other side to let him in.

"ooypen up bictchh" he screamed.

with my hands shaking, i dragged the last piece of furniture and barricaded the door. he would eventually give up and pass out from the alcohol soon.

i grabbed a few blankets and my pillow off of my bed and placed them in the bathroom connected to my room. nights like these i will sleep in the bathtub. something has always been comforting about about this peculiar sleeping place of mine, but even in my early childhood, my mom would always find me napping in the tub.

wiping the blood from my cheek, i laid comfortably in the bathtub and attempted to get some sleep...

*BEEP* *BEEP*

after what only felt like minutes, my restless night had come to an end. it was time for another day of work.

i quickly got ready. nor really having time to look in the mirror or worry about my appearance, i rushed out of the bathroom and threw on my uniform.

i quietly un-barricaded the door and turned the handle. the coast was clear. i made my way down the stairs quickly and spotted my father passed out on the floor. a small puddle of beer and drool laid next to him.