16 year old Alyne Montgomery's life is far from perfect. With her playing the role of a perfect family, even with her mother dead and perfect brother at collage. Leaving her with an angry father. Whose abuse is getting harder to handle. She wants to...
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"You can have a lot of people around and still have no one." -Rahul Gehlot
~Lina~
Sometimes I think about packing a bag and leaving everything behind. Go somewhere no one who I am. Somewhere I can be a whole different person. The thought always comforts me. Or it used to. Because now I have people in my life I couldn't imagine leaving behind. And that just makes everything so much more complicated.
I know I'm in trouble with my father, but I'm trying to pretend I'm not. I'm trying to pretend that when he walks through the door after dropping Micheal off at the airport he isn't going to beat me.
It's been a few hours since they left. Which means he probably went to the bar afterwards. Because the airport is only 30 minutes from our house. And every thing is always worse when he's drunk.
I'm currently passing the house when I should be in my room behind a locked door. But he has my ring and I want it back. I went through his room as soon as they left, but there was no sign of it. Though, he did leave his liquor cabinet open. So he can't be too mad when he finds out one of his bottles is gone.
It was a stupid thing to do. Especially knowing he's already upset with me because of the charity event. But in my defence my pain tolerance always tends to be higher when I'm not completely sober. And I'd rather not feel as much of it as I can.
I sink down onto the floor in the kitchen doorway, leaning my head against the wall. I reluctantly peel my eyes away from the front door. I'm not sure how I'm going to get my ring back. It's not like I can just ask.
Some people might call me stupid for caring so much. Might say it's just a ring.
But it's really not.
It's the only thing I have of her. And he doesn't get to take that from me.
I allow my eyes to fall closed, and I wait.
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I didn't realise I fell asleep until the sound of the front door opening as me scrambling to stand up. My knees wobble and I'm aware I'm still slightly drunk. I try not to let it show as I watch my father walking through the door. I hold onto the wall for support.
He's not in his usual attire of expensive black suits. Instead, he's in jeans and a simple gray t-shirt. Which I suppose makes sense, since he didn't go to work. And he must not be too drunk if they let him drive home.
It takes him a minute to notice me standing there. His hand still holding the door, not quite closed, and his eyes fixed on mine. Almost like he can see right through me. I wait for him to say something. Anything at all.
But instead he shuts the door, and walks past me into the kitchen. I try my best to not hold my breath as his cologne invades my space, but I still keep my eyes on him as his back turns to me and he goes towards the fridge. He opens the door and pulls out a beer that I didn't even realize was in there. His back still turned to me.
