Alorah

Part 25

I'm so so sorry i hadn't posted in a month. I swear i was so guilty. I just couldn't find the right wrods for this chapter and I had to take times. A lot had been happening in my life recently and it didn't helped either. I just wanted to thanks y'all for your understanding and your patient. It really helped me! I hope you like this one :)

Good reading!

Lexie <3

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What the hell is that smell ?

I really hate being waking up by something disgusting like a smell or a mosquito in my ears.

I groan and open an eye when I heard my door closing really brutally. But I don't have the time to react that a bag is thrown on the bed, right beside my face, causing me to gasp.

What the hell ?!

I jump in a sitting position when, this time, something else hit my face and see my father standing in my room, a cigarette in between his lips. His eyes are redder than blood and his face is all swollen. Even in the dark morning i can see that.

I take a look beside me and see a bag of medicines and wet towels soaking my mattress. I frown.

"get up" he orders "you don't go to school today. You have to take care of my wounds" and with that, he leaves my room

Wounds ?

What the hell is he talking about ?

I quickly stand up and put on the first clothes I can find without really thinking about if I look great or not. I know better than be late with him.

I grab the bag who were on my bed and leave my room. My siblings are still fast asleep, they'll get up in about an hour to go to school, like i was suppose to do too.

I walk down the stairs and find my father on the couch, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "hurry up" he mumbles.

I go in the kitchen without saying a word and put the towel under the water of the sink, I really want to wet the towel with a really really cold water but the consequences who'll follow are way too risky and too huge so i drop the idea.

I squeeze the towel in my hand and take more times than I need to prepare everything to help my father.

I come back in the living room to find him still sitting on his couch, his beer now almost done and with a game on the tv.

I sat in front of him and i'm relieved that he already took off his shirt so I can see his bruises and wounds. I didn't wanted to speak to him or asking him something.

I try to clean his wounds but he can't stop standing up and shouting at the game he's watching which isn't helping me. And I just know that if I clean badly his wounds, it'll be my fault if it gets infected even if it's not.

I stand up to go wash the towel from the blood and the dirt when he grabs my wrist. I turn around and look down at his harsh dark eyes who's glaring at the inside of my soul "go faster"

I bit the inside of my lip and nod my head just a little. I wait for him to let me go before leaving the room and i'm trapped between the feeling of wanting to hurry up to get some nerves out and to go as slowly as i can so i can breath a little.

I throw the towel in the sink and soak it with water. While i let the water falling down on the bloody towel, I go to grab another one so i can keep cleaning his wounds.

I jump when I hear the door of a cupboard closed behind me and quickly turn around, thinking it's Jafar who came to tell me how a slow bitch i was for taking my time. But to my surprised, i only see Emerson.