Unloved

Maggie

*TW-Signs of abuse and violence. Read with caution*

No one ever called Maggie by her full name so when her dad did she knew she was in trouble. Its something he has always done even when she was a kid. With the name Meghan, never came anything good or pleasant. Which is why she came up with the name Maggie. She never tells people her real name. The name haunts her till this day even at her age chills still run down her spine at the sound of it.

"MEGHAN" my dad yells loudly from down stairs. I rush to get up from my bed and run down the stairs as fast as possible. He's not in the living room which can mean only one thing. Hes in the kitchen .I think as I walk into the kitchen and just as I suspected, There he is rummaging through the fridge probably looking for the pack of 40's he drank yesterday.

"Yes dad" I say as i carefully walk up to him not making any sudden movements.

"Meghan wheres the hell are the 40's i bought yesherday" he slurs his words which indicates to me he's already had enough to drink.

The thing with my dad is that everyone see' him as the sweet kind pop's he used to be. In reality he is a drunk now. Ever since mom left hes been drinking leaving me to handle the shop and I'm in wayyyyyy over my head. But what can I do It's not like I can go with my mom. She lives in Toronto with her new boyfriend and kids and I'm here in new york, She's happy, while I'm here dealing with a 40 year old drunk. Great, Just great.

"dad you're already drunk do you really-"

"Meghan where are they" he cuts me off and starts to aproach me wobbling a few times on his way.

"you drank them already" i whisper

"Meghan i would remember if i drank a 6 pack dont you think" this time he doesnt slurr.

He's mad. I knew i should've just left. Dammit.

I stay quiet knowing if i say anything else he will explode and I'll be on the receiving side of it. He slowly stalks towards me. With every step he takes forward I take one back until im in between him and the wall. He finally reaches me and aggressively grabs me by my hair and throws me on the floor. I began to crawl away. I quickly gather myself and run to the other side of the counter. thankfully he's too drunk to be athletic right now.

"Come here Meghan" he says as angry as ever. He starts to round the counter and I walk with him.

I need to leave before things get worse

"No" I say holding my ground. He then starts to look for something, I'm assuming to throw at me, while he's distracted I book it to the stairs and run upstairs into my room. Once I'm inside I lock the door and lean against listening for any signs of him. This is your typical day in the Williams household. It's usually a lot worse but recently i've been fighting back. I understand that mom leaving him hit him hard but it hit me too. Hes not the only one struggling but he's been too drunk to see that. I look at the time and its now 10:05am which gives me 25 minutes before I have to open the shop.

After finally calming down I head to my closet and look for somthing to wear. I decided witha white crop top with spaghettie straps. It has cute little blue flowers on it. I picked out a white tennis skirt for the bottom, and a sage green cropped sweater to throw over. For my feet I choose my baby blue slip on vans. Once I'm dressed I slowly open my door just enough to hear if anyone is near. I hear low mumbling followed by slamming of glass objects. I'm going to have to clean that later. Deciding its best to avoid him I go through the window. We live in a 2 story house so it wasn't that much of a jump, Plus I'm used to it by now. Once I'm out the window I jog to my car and get in fast making sure to not let dad see me through the window. Once I'm in i let out a long stressed sigh. I start the car a drive to the shop with only 5 minutes left to open.