Never Again

Chapter 8

*Adriana's POV*

I wake up to the sound of my dad coming home. I look at the clock and its 5:26. I decide to just get ready now because I can never get back to sleep when I wake up. I get dressed and walk downstairs to find the whole house a mess. How did I not see this last night? Probably because I had to sneak in though the window. I forgot my key and dad wouldn't get out of bed with a hangover unless he's on fire.

I'm looking for food when my dad walks in. I hand him a glass of water and an aspirin for his hangover. He slaps the glass and aspirin out of my hands. The glass shatters and I realize he's still drunk. He throws everything and anything sharp. I try to stop him but he starts throwing stuff at me. His aim is really bad because he's tipsy. One plate hits me on my arm. I bleed but that's not the issue right now I have cuts all over my body now. I get ahold of him and he passes out in my arms. I carry him with one of his arms around me. He's really heavy so I just carry him to the couch. I lay him down on his side so if he throws up in his sleep he doesn't choke and die. I put pillows around him so he can't roll over and onto the floor in his sleep. I continue getting ready, which includes prying the pieces of glass out of me. Then I go and clean the glass off the kitchen floor.

I'm so tired of cleaning after him and never getting so much as a thank you. I'm so done right now. Do you ever just have those days where anything and everything makes you want to kill yourself, well yeah that's my life. I always hide my emotions and pretend to be one of those peppy people. If I don't laugh at something, someone calls me depressed. Can't I just ever be sad without someone being on my back about all my issues. I know they just want to help, but sometimes I just need some alone time to deal with the mess I call life.

I find the biggest piece of glass I can find and start violently slashing through the skin on my wrist. When I'm finished I clean all the blood even though it's still pouring out of my wounds. I put on a sweatshirt with no shirt, so even if I want to I can't take it off. I also wear leggings to hide the glass wounds all over my legs. I look at the clock and see that I'm already an hour late for school, so much for going early. I walk into the living room I'm almost at the door when I hear noise behind me.

"Child, did you already leave?" he calls from his position on the couch. I walk in and he sees me so he gets up. He starts backing up so I automatically back up, too. We end up in the kitchen. "CLEAN UP THIS HUGE MESS," he screams motioning towards the mess that was left from yesterday. He's almost out the door when he looks back over his shoulder. "This better be clean by the the time I get back." He walks out the door leaving me to clean his mess, again. I guess I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Good, that gives some time for all my wounds to heal.

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I look at the clock and it reads 4:47. Wow, time flies when you're having fun, not. This has been the longest day of my life. I'm really tired, my back hurts, but the mess is finally cleaned. I have a few minutes until I have to leave for work. Since my dad doesn't do anything but get drunk I have to make the money for everything.

I take out my phone and see that I have 3 messages one from Cailyn, one from Catie, and one from Calum, all asking of my whereabouts. I text then all back saying I felt ill this morning, but I'm all better now. It's not completely a lie I did feel sick this morning but that was from all my blood loss and also I get a little queasy when I see a lot of blood, especially when it's my own blood. I sit down on the couch because I'm too tired to go all the way to my room. I'm just staring at the was when I start dozing off.

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I woken up by my dad. It's not like how he usually wakes me up. He gently shakes my shoulders. Usually he throws thing at me, or throws me to the floor. I open my eyes to see my father looking down at me with a smile. Why is he being so nice? I look over his shoulder to see a woman around my father's age smiling at me. I quickly get up because I know he's only acting like this for show, once she leaves it will be back to normal, and I don't want him mad.

"This is my girlfriend, Liz," he tells me motioning towards the lady behind him. "Liz, this is my daughter," he tells her. I politely shake her hand.

"Hello, nice to meet you," she says. I don't answer because to all my dad's friends I'm "special" or have some kind of disease where I can't speak.

"Oh, yeah I forget she can't talk," he tells her. I mentally roll my eyes at his lame excuse.

"Oh, that's to bad I have a son about her age, I think they go to the same school," she addresses my father, probably assuming I can't understand anything either. I sneak away when they start their own conversation. I walk up to my room. I text Catie for any of the homework I've missed. After a few minutes she says she has all of my homework at her house. She says she can drop it off, but I just tell her I can come pick it up. She tells me if I want I can hang out at her house for a bit. I tell her that would be great, she also invites Cailyn. I sneak past the kitchen to see them kissing on the kitchen table, I almost puke. I get out the door and close it quietly, even though they probably wouldn't even be able to hear a gunshot.

I walk the way I usually go to Catie's house, through the woods. I love the woods, sometimes I just come here when my dad becomes too much for me to handle, so I come here a lot. I make my way to Catie's house slowly. I would take my car, but I had to sell it because I couldn't afford it anymore. If money keeps coming this slow, I'm going to have to sell my phone soon.

I finally get to Catie's house I knock a few times and wait for her to answer. After a while someone comes to the door. I look up and what I see shocks and frightens me to a whole new level.