Could it be true?
i couldn't believe it.
she was dead.
my mother was dead.
she was coming home late from her job at the mall Friday night when a drunk driver hit her.
it was now Wednesday. her funeral was Saturday.
my life felt incomplete without my mom. yeah there was my dad but life just wasn't the same without my mother.
*4 months later*
my dad was so upset the night after her funeral he went out at 6:30 PM and came home at 2:30 AM drunk.
it was now 4 months after her funeral. he has been doing it every other night since. and when he wasn't at a bar getting drunk, he would be getting drunk at home.
it has been to long. i need to talk to him about it.
"dad?" i whisper to my father with a beer in his hand.
"what?" he answers coldly.
"listen i need to talk to you." i walk over to him slowly.
i'm nervous about this.
what should i say?
i take a seat infront of him, while he stares at the floor taking sips of his beer here and there.
"listen, i don't think it's good that you are drinking so much." i let out.
he looks up at me giving me a cold look that sends a shiver down my spine. he always tends to give me a certain look that scares me.
"what are you saying?" he replies in a low voice. he's drunk obviously.
i start to choke. i feel like there are tears coming. but i try to hold them in. it was never fun talking to my dad even when he was sober. which was very rare.
"i'm saying... maybe you need to tone down on the drinking." i tell, while looking down at my hands and playing with my fingers.
he drops his beer bottle. it sends glass everywhere. he gets up. he walks over to me.
he raises his hand, and i feel the sharp pain come in contact with my left cheek. before i know it i'm on the floor trembling with fear and pain.
*1 month later*
my dad comes home from yet another night of being drunk.
he stumbles through the door and trips over his own feet leaving him on floor.
i just continue doing my dishes with my curly, long blonde locks draped around my shoulders. trying 100% not to look at my drunk father.
a minute later i feel someone tap there finger lightly on my shoulder.
i turn around.
my father is standing inches away from me.
i can smell the vodka in his breath.
"dad what are you doing?" i ask uneasily.
before i know it my worst nightmare is coming true.
this can't be happening?
can it?
well it was.
and i knew from right there, my life was going to be hell on earth.
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Protection {Louis Tomlinson} // Book 1
Fanfiction*Song for this fanfic is on the side PLEASE LISTEN* Dakota Smith ran away from home when she was 18. of course she bumps into Louis Tomlinson in the streets of New York. he thinks he likes Dakota and tries to ask her out. but she doesn't know what...
