The Summoning (ON HOLD)

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⚠WARNING⚠

this chapter contains

~Mentions of parents splitting

~Drinking

~Mentions of abuse

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I walked home, it wasn't that far of walk, I lived just about a block or so from the park, so I didn't worry very much about it. I got home and lifted the "Welcome Home!"  and grabbed the spare key from under it. I slid the key into the lock, opened the door, and stepped into the place I called home. I slipped of my red high-tops and went to go set my phone down before I heard a roar from my father. "Grab me another beer damn it!", Father slurred, he sounded drunk. "Of course he was" I thought as I rolled my eyes and stepped into the living room, next to where my father was sitting on his recliner. 

I scanned the area around it, his ashtray was filled with cigars and empty beer bottles littered the floor around him. "I don't think you need another; you've seemed to of already have 6.", I spoke wearily, I wasn't afraid of him, but he was drunk, and it was very obvious from his slurred speech and his body language, he was slouching more than usual. He was an aggressive drunk, I've grown to notice that and prove it. "I said get me another fucking beer!" he yelled, almost like an aggravated lion as he slammed his fist onto the recliner, making me jump slightly. "Why can't you get one yourself..." I said in a hushed tone, being careful of what I said. "Because I said so!" he yelled again, standing out of his recliner and in front of me, the light casted across his face as he looked down at me. He looked like a lion staring down its prey.

I swallowed hard to prevent any tears that may come unexpectedly as I stared back at him. We stayed like this for a while until he pointed at his liquor cabinet. I sighed and walked towards it as i heard him smirk, it wasn't worth getting hit by him over not giving him beer. I opened the cabinet and grabbed the first beer I saw. I trailed back to my father and gave it to him before turning and practically running up the stairs to my room. I closed the door to my room and laid on my bed. I sighed loudly and grabbed my flip phone from my pocket to check the time, 9:46. I needed to eat dinner, yet I also didn't want to leave my room because of father.

I pulled up my blanket and grabbed my favorite plushy from my mother, its fluffy fur reminded me of my mom's favorite sweater, I nuzzled my face into it as I yawned softly. I missed her a lot, but she left because of fathers' problem, he only got custody because of his damn job. He was always better paid than her, meaning he was richer, and she was poor, so I wasn't "well cared for" in her care. So, the court gave me to my father, I have her number hidden away if I ever want to talk to her, so that's a plus. but I still miss her. I held the plush close to me as I slowly fell asleep.

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This one was kinda sad so I apologize, I know this book is boring, but the good stuff will happen soon I promise!!

~Strawberrylover88