✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

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After me and Dally stood together for a few moments I decided to head home. He kissed my hand before I quietly headed out of the building. The air was cold on my skin. School was off for the summer but the mornings still felt as if they were stuck in the fall or spring.

I was excited to get into my car and turn on the heater to make the car a reasonable temperature but then I remembered that my car is at my house, useless without gas inside of the tank. I sighed and started my walk home. It was a pretty long walk, about a 10 minute drive, and my foot was still hurting as well. I would've been more nervous to get jumped or messed with in general if it wasn't 5 o'clock in the morning, but the possibility was still there so I tried to hurry up my footsteps.

The streets were littered with people that were passed out, hungover, or both. A couple people asleep on benches here and there. All of the shops were closed down except for one or two that were open for 24 hours. I always felt bad for people that had to work through the night and sleep the day away.

Eventually I made it home. As I turned the doorknob I hoped that my dad would be asleep or like the people on the streets, passed out and hungover. It was kind of a guarantee that he would be hungover but it was a wish that he would be asleep. Sometimes he woke up very early or didn't sleep at all, he blamed his sleeping patterns on me. I don't know how that's possibly my fault.

Our door was never locked because it didn't lock. The lock got stuck from what I assume is us slamming the door too much. I want it fixed and I sleep in the living room sometimes when I feel paranoid, but dad doesn't care if it gets fixed or not. He says that we don't have anything worth taking and he's not really wrong but I'd rather keep all of our assets, even if they're mostly trash.

I tried to open the door as quiet as possible so if he was asleep he wouldn't wake up, but as I snuck in the door I saw him sitting on the couch. He was wide awake, smoking a cigarette and watching whatever channels that we get without purchasing cable. "Where have you been?" He asked. I didn't know what would be a good excuse or lie for the whole situation. He knew that the bar didn't stay open long after my shift and I smelt of cigarettes and Dally. I usually smelled like cigarettes anyway but it was clear that I had smoked a couple and Dally smells like nicotine and some sort of cologne that my dad would recognize as being foreign.

"I've just been at work. You know that. Where else would I have been?" I said thinking that I could maybe turn this back on him somehow. "Yeah because everyone sleeps at their job site. What were you doing there all night? Sleeping with a guy?" He started yelling. "I fell asleep at work because it's basically my second home because I'm there more than I'm actually at home. I didn't do anything with any guys. Stop accusing me of being a w***e." I yelled back at him. It was too early for his constant accusations of me being promiscuous, I knew I would receive some form of punishment for that one later though.

"Shut up and give me your tips, and watch your mouth. I didn't accuse you of anything you're being dramatic again." He said. My eyes widened upon realizing that I didn't receive any tips last night because I didn't work. I already got on his nerves and once he finds out that I didn't work I'll be done for. I just pulled some pocket money out of my skirt pocket and tried to pass it off as last nights earnings, but it was a lost cause anyways. He knew that I made more tips than the $10 that I forked over to him.

He started over dramatically counting the money out loud multiple times, increasing the anger and volume in his tone with each time that he repeated the numbers 1 through 10. "What is this? You trying to keep the money all to yourself? Selfish brat. Give it up and give me the money." Every time I think that he can't sound more angry he somehow pulls it off. "That's all the tips that you're getting because I didn't get any last night." I said.