WARNING:
Depicts violence and mild language. Readers under the age of fourteen are encouraged to not read this. (I'm serious guys, please don't read it)
He came back the next morning, slamming the door behind him as he hobbled into the apartment.
I was going through the letters, sitting at the small kitchen table with a frown on my face.
I wished I had gone outside then.
Maybe get some fresh air.
The only thing I got was the dingy smell of sweetness and alcohol.
"Get me another bottle!" Jackson shouted, slamming the wall with his hand.
I didn't move, staring at the letters.
Overdue bills.
Overdue bills.
"I said get me a fucking bottle you brat!"
Overdue bills.
Overdue bills.
I flipped through the letters, sighing inwardly.
He stormed towards me, yanking my hair. I cried out, tears springing in my eyes.
"Are you fucking deaf? Do you want me to punish you?!" Spit flew from his mouth and his breath stank of something too sweet.
It caught me.
His breath.
It was too sweet.
"...shit,"
"What did you just say, you bastard? I told you to get me a fucking bottle!" Jackson grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me to the floor, losing his balance and landing on his ass on the floor in front of me.
I stayed silent.
I wished this would end soon.
He struggled to get back up, but his eyes were glazed over, his movements erratic.
There was something severely wrong with him.
I glanced at him one last time, before closing my eyes and and stayed on the floor.
Right.
He was at his highest point.
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