Unkissed. (Rated R)

6.♣️

"Where have you been?" My father spoke in our native tongue, figure blending into the dark. I froze solid at the first step of the stairs, out of breath and sore.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

The Threat falls like venom from is tongue freezing my nerves. I'm Drowning in fear but Swallowed the thick burning acid in my throat, shakily walking towards his figure. Clenching my fiddling fingers whilst Stepping into the darkness before him

"I - I was with a friend." Even I could barely hear myself in the midst of my drumming heartbeat. My eyes peering down to the outline of his shoes, a foul smell of alcohol radiates from his clothes.

"Friend?" He chuckled with a raspy, sniffling harshly, I shook from the sudden jerk of his body. "What friend?"

A question I have always dreaded to be asked ever, especially by him. I gulped, clock ticking in the background while I'm silently creating a scenario fast.

My little borrowed time ends and His shoes suddenly flicked, My bones jerked in panic, "A girl" I blurt slightly stepping back in fear.

Large body relaxed back into the couch, outline of his head slowly cocks to the left in question.

"My best friend, she is -" running out of words, my eyes slowly glided to the window and a fresh memory returned; the curtains, that shadow, those eyes, The little girl. Bingo. "The neighbors daughter down the street."

The silence returns, my blood pumps with intensity to the anxiety. What is going on on his mind? What have I said that did not line up? my father being a ticking time bomb regardless, it should not have to depend on me to ease the mood. I have said my part and not leave his question to linger awkwardly in the air.

However, despite me answering his question it still doesn't help the raging jitters in my nerves, there is more to it somewhere just spiraling.

Slowly he leans in, "Is that so?"

My finally settling heart rate dissipates thumping with fire in my veins at the reverse physiological question. As if I'm swallowing lava, I nearly choked on the truth rolling down my throat leaving an acid feeling inside.

"Y-yes sir." My voice cracked, Nails breaking the first layer of my skin.

Flames blowing out of my nasal streams. For the very first time of my life, I have lied. Lied right through my teeth, I'm flooded with unease, angry at myself for not properly timing this through, but this was a surprise. What was he doing home? Normally I'd never see him until certain a time, hence how I have gone most of my child life cleverly timing everything.

Not all was perfect obviously, but it got me by. I can only pray he asks me nothing further, for the consequences would be dire if the truth does slip from my tongue.

The silence was eating me away until thankfully he Sniffles sharply before he exhales, "I'm going to need you to start selling something soon." He breathes gruffly.

A relieving breath breaks from my lips, it would seem my bluff has been successful. The conversation dismisses and he is into another one, I'm not too happy about where it's headed but as long as he doesn't poke at the subject any further.

The doctor makes extra effort to never leave any evidence in our fridge and Shelves, whatever remainder crumb I could not finish the rats have ransacked letting it stay empty was a bonus to the lie.

"What is it?"

Once again he sniffles sharply rising up to his height, out of instinct I flinched squeezing my eyes shut awaiting any impact but instead his figure brushes past by me headed to the kitchen. The foul smell of alcohol blends in with his poor hygiene of no shower for a few days waters my eyes.