Unkissed. (Rated R)

7.♣️

A sharp sniffle beside me shook me from a deep slumber, I'm welcomed to an unbearable heat. Vision not yet recovering, still swirling the colors and objects around me. A foul stench nearby makes me question only two things, either I was mistaken for dead again or it is my father, daggers poke at my brain trying to move it to the source and unfortunately the second hunch was correct. In a white tank top; armpit line stained brown, damped in his perspiration by the searing temperature.

White substance on his left nose before he clenches the airways to sharply breathe in and sharply exhaling, the sensation must've stung judging by the tears brimming. My fingers and toes wiggle in sync, I am alive, Once again dodging death.

But was my father aware? does he not notice my chest rising and falling? nor the low growl of my stomach in this famished body? or had he taken the chance to attempt anything while I was out?

I watch him through the peek of my eyelids not yet allowing the orbs to fully awaken, analyzing his every move. One minute he is hunched over; flabs of his belly and man breast hang downwards with an elbow propped to his knee holding up to his head, breath steady but it's as if he was adjusting to whatever it he was he snorted.

Seconds pass and I am still unmoving but slightly shook from the sudden whip of his head, though he doesn't look at me directly but just having his eyes towards me was still unsettling. Dark red around the pupils with a far away expression, head wobbles and he fights his eyes open, drunken like and disorientated, no difference than when he is drunk, but i'm shocked it's in the home.

In the midst of my stilled form my breath cut short suddenly, it was as if my heart paused, though the air is rampant I couldn't help but greedily inhale in an attempt to save my life. What should sound like a regular inhale came out as a wheeze, in response leaving a scratchy feel in my throat and I sputter out a dry cough; chest expanding painfully.

In a panic I attempt to swallow the last cough turning towards my father mred eyes looking down at me stoically. Sound has now escaped me and alerted the threat in the room, this breath could be my last. Too weak to move and I lay there crumbling in fear.

Dark eyes stare down at me, studying my fragile state, I could question where was more enticing to look at; the bones popping out of my neck or my bony legs? Would looking at me like this make him question his lack of parental responsibilities? or how about being a punching bag my entire young child livelihood and is only a breath away from falling to pieces.

He suddenly huffs in amusement, of course he wouldn't. "You look bad" he chuckled.

Clenching one nostril, his head disappears ducking down out of my line of vision, another sharp sniffle and he whips upwards. Feverishly shaking his head, violently rubbing his nose, again rubbing away evidence of white minerals leaving them in the corners of his face.

"Aghh" he grunts gravely, occasionally sniffling, "That's good" he mumbles in our native tongue.

"Want to try it?" He laughs. A new amusement and enthusiasm in his energy, as if whatever he snorted was a boost of adrenaline in his veins. I don't move, I couldn't even if I tried despite being afraid of such exhilaration - it would never end well for me regardless.

Finally settling down and coming back from whatever high he was on, lazily propping two elbows on each side of the couch to lean back against it. Eyes somehow shrink looking to me, a deep look, a battle with himself he tries contain, "I was about to be mad if you didn't wake up." He says parting his legs.

"I wanted to teach you a Lesson for lying to me, and I still do." He threatens with a shrug

I try to gulp but my throat was too dry.