Seen too much (Alastor x OC)

Prologue

Mary On 

Once again I entered my house, quiet as always. 

It was late, 11pm, I had just arrived from the dance club, from that relaxed place, I come back to my cold home that I hardly can call home. 

I toke my high heels of my feet, grabbing them with my hand to keep the silence as it is. I know how dangerous it is to be so careless in my quiet house.

I slowly walked around the house, wishing to not find the danger i was so scared of. That man already gives me enough pain on the daylight, who knows what he could be capable of under the cold light of the moon. 

My feet hit the wooden floor of my house softly, with each step the wood would creak slightly, breaking the silence for a second. Anxiety filled my chest as I walked through the long hallway of my house, slowly arriving to the living room, I could hear a horrendous breathing, or maybe I'd say it sounds more like snoring. Still the snoring made my whole body tense up, the memories of that man's face flashing through my head. 

Still tensed up and holding my breath in to not make one single noise, I reached the living room. I entered the room and just with one step in, I could already smell the intense odour of alcohol. I flinched slightly as my nose crunched up in disgust. I stopped to walk for a second, trying to spot the beast that smelled so bad. I didn't need to look around for too long before finding that drunk blond man laying on the couch, completely passed out.

He had a bottle of beer on top of his chest, the bottle still half full and it was dripping a bit of it on his shirt. There was a broken chair not far from him, he probably was angry that  I wasn't home for him to spank the living shit out of me. On the floor right next to the couch were more bottles, not just of beer, but also of other alcoholic drinks.

The smell of alcohol was explainable, it was no surprise it smelled so strongly with the amount of drinks on the floor. It's funny how he says that it's my fault that we are poor because I don't work enough but then uses all of my money on his stupid drinks. 

After sometime analysing the room I looked back at the man, my so called dad. His eyes were closed in a peaceful way, you wouldn't say that he spanks his own daughter, with the look he had on his face. But that peaceful look can't trick me, flashbacks of the worst day of my life started to wander through my head.

***

My mom opened the front the door of our house, she had just picked me up from school, though she looked very tired and in pain, she was still smiling, it was a pitiful smile, but she was still smiling. While holding my hand she guided me into the house.

I was seven and I loved my mom, my dad too, I guess, even tho he was kind of a meanie sometimes, mommy always said it was for my own good, so I knew that papa loved me still. 

"Come on dear, take your shoes off and your jacket too. Your papa is home today, remember how I told you to behave, my dear?", my mom asked with a bright smile as I took my jacket off and handed it to her just like she had asked.

"Good posture, do as he says, always smile, not look at him in the eyes unless he talks to me and always be respectful!", I exclaimed excited as if it was great that I had known that by heart.

"Great sweetie! Now let's go get you cleaned up before eating dinner, sound good?" she asked, and I nodded, "Good"

After sometime I had already token a bath and I was now sitting at the table next to my mom's chair and on the corner of the table was my dad, sitting like a king with his bear in hand.