At the End of the Day

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Chapter 17 // Apollo

Five strangers in my house.

Three of them are snorting drugs off of the table, one of them is downing a bottle of vodka, and the last one has her legs wrapped around my dad as he shoves her against the wall.

My fists clench by my side. They're all yet to notice me standing in front of them because they're too high on drugs to even comprehend what reality is.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" They all jump in shock at my tone. The woman who clings onto my dad like a sloth jumps off, covering her naked body with her hands. "All of you, get the fuck out of here." I grit my teeth and they all scramble up to leave the house as quickly as possible.

"Fucking kill joy." My waste of space dad mumbles under his breath and I kiss my teeth, holding back the anger I so badly want to unleash. He's not worth it.

"You're one sick fuck, you know that?" I hiss, pointing my finger at him. "Why do you put Arabella through this shit? She's five fucking years old, and she's scared shitless right now."

"I was just having a good time. I can't have a good time now and again?" He snarls and I scoff.

"Get the fuck out," I say in a low voice, my breathing increasing as the anger builds further.

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows, stumbling back a little because of his intoxicated state.

"I said, get the fuck out. Are you fucking deaf? Don't make me drag you out of here. I'm sure your junkie friends will lend you a place to stay because I sure as hell don't want you here!" I exclaim, his eyes widening at my outburst.

"You can't kick me out of my house." He says with a low chuckle, looking at me like I've lost the plot.

But what I've lost is the patience to deal with his fuckery for a second longer.

"I can and I'm fucking gonna." I snarl, storming over to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. I drag him through the house, ripping open the front door, and throw him out. He falls to the concrete floor and I watch with satisfaction written all over my face. "You can come and collect your shit tomorrow when my little sister is not in the house."

"But I'm your dad. Where am I going to stay?" He splutters, struggling to get back on his feet which are bare of any shoes.

I shrug my shoulder. "That's not my problem. You want to act like a drunk waste of space, dad, then I'm gonna treat you like one. From now on, I don't want you around me or Arabella, and if I see you, I won't be held accountable for my actions." I growl out and his face hardens.

"You're pathetic, just like how your mother was. Always running away from your pr—"  I don't give him time to finish his sentence and make my way over to him and land a punch right in his face.

He's back on the floor, clutching onto his nose that pours crimson red.

"Fuck you! If anyone's running away, it's you. Running away from your responsibilities of being a father!" I hiss.

"You'll regret this, Apollo. I promise you that!" He shouts, getting back up and stumbled down the road, towards a car that is probably filled with the people that were just snorting drugs off of the breakfast table my little sister eats from.

I slam the front door and rest my head against it, exhaling a shaky breath. I'm sick and tired of that man. I'm emotionally drained from all the grief he has caused me and my sister over the past two years.

I turn around and my eyes fall to an unfamiliar box that sits on the coffee table. It's opened, the padlock, which I assume was to lock it, lays broken next to it.