unbreak the broken ✘ shawn hunter (BMW)

S I X T E E N

"Thank you for the tour, this place is beautiful!" I smile at the woman who showed me the apartment, "I will definitely be calling soon."

"Of course, this is a great place for a young woman like yourself," she smiles back.

I say goodbye and go back to my car.

The past couple weeks have been pleasant with my Dad. He's been bringing us dinner, making breakfast every morning before work, and hasn't drank in a long time. I have a feeling it's because of the woman that he's seeing.

I decided that it's time to find my own place. If I want this relationship to continue being great, I don't think I can live with him any longer.

The apartment I just left is only a 5 minute walk from the boys place, and it's right next to the building that Cory and Topanga live in. I would be able to pay a years worth of rent in cash, too.

It really was beautiful; it had huge windows in a really nice living room, an extremely nice kitchen with an island in the middle, and a stunning bedroom with a queen sized bed in it.

Honestly, it's a lot bigger than I need, but then again everything feels too big leaving my trailer. I think it would be perfect for having everyone over to hangout though.

I drive back home, and decide that I'm gonna make my Dad a nice dinner to tell him the good news.

I made a pasta dish with roasted vegetables and chicken, and I finished cooking right when he arrived home.

"Ophelia? Making dinner?" Dad calls from the door.

I smile and turn around, "yeah, I figured having a home cooked meal would be nice."

"Great, let me change and I'll eat with you."

Dad disappears into his bedroom as I scoop some of the pasta into two bowls. I put them on the table and grab two cokes for us.

I sit down and wait for him to come sit before I eat. He comes out of his room in sweats and sits at the empty seat.

"This looks great," Dad compliments.

"Thank you, it was fairly simple to make," I say and take a bite.

We eat for a couple of minutes before I speak up, "So, I found an apartment I'm thinking about renting."

"What?"

"It's beautiful, and-"

I'm cut off by him throwing his seat back as he stands up and going to the fridge, grabbing a beer and popping it open.

He chugs it so that liquid drips down his chin. I haven't seen him drink in ages. He finished the bottle and slammed it down on the counter, opens the fridge and grabs another, "You're moving out. After everything I've done for you?"

Confusion waves over me, "You won't have to worry about me now, I though you'd be happy?"

"Happy that you care more about yourself than your own father?"

"I do care, that's why I'm moving out," I said quietly.

He finishes off the second beer and sends it flying near me.

I look at the glass on the floor. "I thought we were okay. I thought we were better?"

I see his feet move closer to me and feel a hand fly across my face. "And who's fault is it that we're not? You're such a disappointment."

I stand there, my hand caressing the cheek that he slapped.

"You know what? That's great. Let me help you pack. You can move out right now," Keith barks, grabbing a garbage bag from the cabinet, going to my room and throwing open the door.

I rush behind him, seeing him completely destroy my room. Looks similar to how Eric's did a couple weeks ago.

He throws a bunch of my clothes into the bag, putting my shoes on top of them. Once it's full, he throws the bag at me.

I pick it up and try to tie it so nothing falls out. From my room, I hear something crash against the wall. I look over and can feel myself start to crumble.

My polaroid camera is destroyed.

I see him now taking handfuls of my pictures, "You don't need these."

He pushes past me and throws the pictures in the garbage can. I try to go and grab them, but he throws a heavy fist at my jaw. I try to collect myself quickly, but he's a lot stronger than I am.

I hear a match being lit, and see it being thrown into the garbage with the pictures. Keith grabs a bottle of tequila and pours some into the can, making a fire burst to the top.

A sob escaped my mouth disturbing Keith from his fun. He walks over and leaves a nice kick to my side.

Keith grabs the bottle and his keys and walks out of the trailer with no second look.

I rush over to the garbage and grab the pictures out of it, burning myself in the process.

"Fuck," I scream, both in pain and in sadness. I bring the singed pictures to the sink and try to stop the fire.

I throw a wet rag over the garbage can, trying to smother the fire still burning and look at the pictures. They're ruined. I can't even make out what half of them are. These are pictures that I've been collecting for years, since I was 10 years old. 8 years of my life gone. I remember that my camera is also broken and go to pick it up; the lens completely disconnected from the rest of it.

I grab the box that the pictures were once in and put the pieces of the camera in it.

Going back to the sink, I pick up the pictures and also put them in the box.

My jaw aches but I ignore it as best as I can. Tears block my vision, and my hands won't stop shaking. The table is left how it was, bowls full of food and two full cokes, reminding me what life was like 10 minutes ago.

I grab my keys and head to the one place that I know I'll be safe.