You’d been hearing knocking at your door for weeks but every time you went to check who was there nobody sat at the door as if it was a joke, but not even a trace was set to show the remanence of human life as if it was a ghost instead. And today the knocking began quiet, as you try to ignore the noise, but the knocking came louder and louder after every minute. You get up to see if someone has actually come, but as you reach for the nob the knocking suddenly stops. As the knocking had stopped echoing in your ears a loud thud commenced from the back. As you run to see if your drunken father had fallen again you pause seeing him in his room about to walk out.
You walk to the back door seeing its tattered frame being knocked down and shattered. Your father walked in stumbling with every step. His breathing was unsteady and he carried a cheap glass of booze but sure enough he smelled like it and his expression made your stomach drop. As he stared at you then the door, then back at you. He walks closer to you, as he did you back off trying not to get in arms length of him.
The drunk fool reached out for your arm as he touched your sleeve and your skin shivered from the feeling. You back further away kicking parts of the wood away. “ What the hell did you do?”, he said, stammering with a lisp. He wobbled side to side trying to get balance. “Look at what you’ve done to my door! It’s ruined thanks to you…”, he hiccuped before starting again. “ You're gonna pay for a replacement, you know that right.”. You’d slowly nod looking down at the disaster before groaning and rolling your eyes. He gasped slightly, flinging his hand at you almost hitting you in the face with the alcohol bottle. “ you're a little bitch! Don't you roll your eyes at me! You ungrateful swine! I gave you a home with food and running water, what else do you want from me?”, he said sternly with a slight pout.
In his drunk state he lashes out in an angered uproar swinging around yelling . He managed to get ahold of you as soon as he had his grasp on your arm he swung hitting you in the cheek. You’d pause in shock. You never thought he would actually hit you, You reach for your cheek rubbing it. Your father stormed out in a furious anger. You look around at the mess he .
