✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰𝟏. 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠

✰𝐌𝐚𝐲

✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

My not so peaceful sleep was interrupted by a slap right to the face. After I opened my eyes and winced in pain I realized immediately who the culprit was, my dad. He stood over me, hands behind his back as he watched me rub my left cheek with my hand. It was probably red by now from the impact.

I stared at him, waiting for him to explain what was wrong with him now. "You have work tonight. Remember that? Get your lazy a** up." He said to me like I was stupid for not realizing why he had just hit me. I grabbed the clock beside my bed, he woke me up ridiculously early. I sighed deeply, making it clear that I was aggravated. I didn't care too much about the slap but I am anything but a lazy a**.

I got up angrily and slammed my bedroom door on my way to the bathroom, I slammed the door to the bathroom as well. I waited impatiently to hear my bedroom door slam again from my father. The noise would startle me even though the only sounds that come out of our house are yelling and doors slamming. I would jump when I heard it so I waited to start touching up my makeup. It would make me mad if I accidentally messed it up.

Soon enough I heard my bedroom door slam, I started on my makeup right after. My makeup was already done from this morning but I felt like it could use some extra touches, especially because I had so much extra time. I added on anything extra that had seemed to disappear throughout the day and a darker shade of lipstick. I always wore a darker lipstick for my night job which is a bartender. The low lighting requires darker makeup if you want it to be visible. Lucky for me that my makeup is usually pretty dark anyway.

✰𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭!✰

I sighed again after finishing my makeup, I guess it just hit me that I was on my way to work again. I felt like I never got a break. Of course that's not true though. I get a 15 minute break at the bar and a 30 minute break at my other job, and I don't work every day of the week. I guess it feels like I can't catch a break maybe. I'm not even excited to get off of my shifts anymore, my life feels like a never ending loop of work and then bad events that I can't seem to escape.

Ever since my mom got arrested for drug related charges, and my dad moved in with me, it's felt like that. My dad only agreed to move in with me because he realized that I could work and make him some money. I guess he thought that I could make all of his money. He said that he was tired of being poor. I don't know if you can be rich off of one income, never mind one income from a 16 year old girl working at 2 part time jobs. Maybe I can pay the bills and buy us a few bites of food, but the only thing that my dad is interested in buying is cigarettes and liquor.

I looked in the mirror and decided that I looked about as good as I was going to get, no amount of makeup can cover up pure exhaustion. I heard the bathroom doorknob attempting to open, the lock preventing it from doing so. After no more than 2 seconds I heard banging from the other side of the door. "Mari open the door. What are you doing in there? Why is it locked?" My dad started yelling from behind the white wooden door.