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By the time Shannon walked through the front door, hours later, Tadgh and Ollie were fast asleep in their bedroom, while Sean was asleep on my bed.
And he had only just fallen asleep, so I swear to god if anyone or anything wakes him up.
I hear muffled voices from Dad and Shannon, and because I can't help myself, I leave my bedroom and go sit on the middle of the stairs.
"How was school?" Dad asked, resting his back against the door frame, blocking my view from my sister. I may not be able to see their faces but at least I can hear them better here.
"Okay." I heard Shannon mumble quietly, and Dad scoffed. "Okay?" We're paying four thousand euros a year for okay?"
"It was a good day, Dad. I had a productive day."
"Productive day?" He mimicked, in a harsh tone. "Don't get fucking smart with me, girl."
"I wasn't." Shannon defended. "And you're late." Dad slurred, "Why the fuck are you late again?"
"I missed my bus." my sister admitted, panic in her tone. "Fucking buses." He snarled, "Fucking private school. You're a pain in the hole, girl!"
Shannon stayed silent, knowing it was best to not answer.
"Do you know where your mother is, girl?" He snarled again, and Shannon didn't answer because, again, it was best not to answer.
"Breaking her back over you! Working herself to the bone because you're a spoiled little cunt who thinks she's better than everyone." Dad roared, his tone angry. "I don't think I'm better than anyone." My sister mumbled.
"Look at you." Dad snapped, waving his arm around. "In your fancy fucking private school uniform. Coming home late. Thinking you are gods fucking gift. Were you whoring yourself around?" He demanded, moving a few steps forward. "Is that why you're late again? Got yourself a little boyfriend?"
Shannon said nothing so after several seconds, Dad spoke again. "That's it, Isn't it? You've been messing around with one of those posh, rugby pricks with daddies' money at your precious Tommen. Spreading your legs like the dirty little tramp you are!"
"I don't have a boyfriend dad." Shannon strangled out, and when I heard a whack sound, I immediately stood up and hurried towards the kitchen.
"Don't fucking lie to me, girl!" He yelled as I stood in the hallway, Dad spun around like he could sense someone was behind him and he glared down at me, the white around his brown eyes completely bloodshot.
