✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰𝟑. 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

✰𝐌𝐚𝐲

✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

Since it was Friday that meant that I also had work at the bar tonight, my shift started at 8pm and didn't end until 1am. I didn't get off of my waitress job until 6pm which meant that I had about a hour nap to take before I had to get up and work again. Because of my short window of sleep I usually pass out right after I get home from the diner. I'll usually hang up my uniform, pick out my clothes for the bar, and then pass out cold on my bed.

As I took off my uniform, and sifted through my old dresser in search of comfortable clothes and an outfit for the bar, I thought about asking Dally for another cigarette tonight. I know that I shouldn't, but it's a common habit to have and I think it could help me out and give me something to do as well. I'll quit smoking whenever I can't afford it anymore or whenever I decide to turn myself around.

After throwing on some pajama type clothes and folding up an outfit for work I laid on my bed and was out like a light. I never had much trouble falling asleep. I was always tired and seemed to have permanent bags under my eyes, but my problem came with staying asleep. I couldn't go one night without having some sort of horrible nightmare or something else that caused me to wake up, but me falling asleep is inevitable. Especially with me overworking myself and my mind running wild all day. I just cross my fingers that my dream won't be too gruesome and pass out on some surface.

My mildly satisfying sleep was interrupted with my dad shaking me around like he was a 5 year old boy and I was a wrapped present under the Christmas tree. It's common knowledge that I'm very jumpy, and he knows good and well that a simple tap on the shoulder is enough to wake me up and trigger my fight or flight response. But I guess he just enjoys throwing me around like I am a Christmas present that won't be broken because of the layers of tissue paper and styrofoam inside. In this scenario in my head I feel like there should be some sort of authority figure yelling at him to put the box down, warning him that it might break, but no one is there. Reality is that it's just me and him here, and he won't regret opening the box and seeing the present shattered.

"7:50pm. Get up." He said before slamming my bedroom door in typical fashion. That really made me get up though. 7:50? That a**h*** knows that my shift starts at 8pm. I jumped out of bed, slammed the door, and ran to the kitchen where he would be either drinking or yelling. "Why wouldn't you wake me up earlier? You want your money right? Now I'll be late." I yelled at him first. I really needed to invest in an alarm clock, mine just tells the time but the ringer doesn't work after being thrown at the wall one too many times.

"You have just enough time to get dressed. You don't need to be caking that makeup on trying to impress those gross boys at your work. Stop trying to bring them home." He yelled at me back. I'm convinced that my dad lives in an alternate reality where I am incredibly promiscuous, or maybe he thinks that I'm going to act like my mother did at 16 years old. My mom is 32 after all.

I just gave a knowingly overdramatic sigh and went to get ready. I got dressed in my planned outfit from earlier and went to the bathroom to put on the extra makeup mostly out of spite. I knew it would make my dad incredibly angry if he saw me out there with my dark lipstick and that's exactly what I wanted, it is his fault in the end if my paycheck is missing a couple dollars.

✰𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭!✰

After touching up or "caking on" my makeup I walked rather quickly outside to get in my car. I sat in the drivers seat and turned the key in the ignition, but nothing happened. I tried again, nothing happened. After trying to turn the keys a few more times my door opened and my dad was standing there.

"There's no gas in that car, it's not going to run without gas." He said. I don't know how there could possibly be no gas in it. It was filled up 3/4 of the way last night and the drive to my day job isn't long enough to possibly drain all of that gas out of it. "Where did the gas go then?" I asked in an angry tone because I had pieced it together that he had something to do with it. I don't know why he's trying to make me miss my shift or something.

"I drained the gas out of the car. You're not getting anymore either. I do not want you to smoke, drink, or kiss boys in that car. You can't have the car anymore because it's way too easy for you to use it for bad things. End of discussion, walk to work and hurry up you're pretty late because you had to smear that stuff all over your face." He yelled at me.

I stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds until I couldn't take it anymore and I stared yelling right back at him. "Are you stupid? I need this car. You make me take myself to all of these stupid jobs and now you expect me to walk all of the way? What is wrong with you? I'm going to be late to work right now and then you'll yell at me some more when my check is looking a little thin. I don't know who you think I am but I haven't had a boyfriend in months."

"Watch your mouth." Is all he said, but he also shoved his lit cigarette onto my bare arm leaving a raw burn mark. With that I got out of my now useless car and slammed the door, hoping the door would catch something on my dad, whether that be his shirt or his foot.

I walked all the way to work, hoping that I wouldn't get jumped or worse in the process. Did he not realize that the streets are not safe around here? Especially at night and for a girl. I knew that he realized but he just didn't care. The cool night was practically freezing me alive and I couldn't wait to get to my job with all of the body heat and the mind numbing tasks of remembering all of the pour counts for the cocktails that were ordered once a week because most people just wanted shots of hard liquor or beer.

I arrived at the bar at 8:45, making myself 45 minutes late. As much as I knew it was my fathers fault I also didn't want to sacrifice the extra dollars that I could've earned in the past 45 minutes. I shoved myself through all of the people to find Buck and hopefully convince him through begging to add the money back to my check, it was a long shot though.

I approached Buck and pathetically begged him for remnants of my hourly pay. "Buck please don't take the money out. It's a really long story but it wasn't my fault I promise. I can't lose this money I need it, I need it Buck. I'll do overtime. Please Buck. I know it's not much but it's important."

He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Hey calm down. I won't take it out, I won't do that to you I know what it's like. You know kid, I really think that you should loosen up sometime. Have you really done anything fun since that one night?" With those last words I felt myself start to dissociate from the current conversation.

✰𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥!✰