Mute

The Textbook

As I walked down my street, I felt in the pit of my stomach that something was wrong.

And of course, as I turned the corner, there was Dad's car. He was already home. I pulled my phone from my bag. 3:05

If it's this early, what is he doing home?
Fuck. I'm going to have a "great" night.

I walked up the steps and slowly turned the door knob. I stepped inside. He was sitting on the couch.

I tiptoed up the stairs. Just before I reached the top step, a book slid out of my bag and tumbled down the stairs.

"What the hell?" I winced when I heard his voice. "Could you possibly make anymore fucking noise?"

I quickly went back down the stairs to retrieve the textbook. He stood up as I bent down to pick it up.

I tried to turn around and make it back up the stairs before he could walk over, but he was too fast for me. As I was making my way up the second stair, he grabbed the hood of my hoodie.

"I was trying to fucking sleep, you little shit." I spun around. His face was really close to me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

He let go of me and I fell backwards down the stairs.
"Go upstairs, you fucktard. And stay up there until I forget you're there."

I scooped up the book, and picked myself up. Then ran up the stairs.