Help Me

Chapter 6

Emma's POV

I'm halfway down the satirs when the unfamiliar bell sounds. People hardley ever comeover so the sound is forign. "I'll get it dad!" I shout, to make sure he won't answer it. 

"Jake?" I ask, a little too loudly. I take a step foward as I shut the door behind me. I can hear the faint sound of my dads voice, but I ignore it. "What are-" 

"I saw you." he saids cutting me off. "I saw you and you need help. I wont take no for an answer, your coming with me."

"You think it will all be okay if I just leave. If I leave my dad will kill me when I get back not even kidding. Look I have to find someone who can take care of my dad. Please just leave me alone for a while, I can figure things out for myself." I have to try and explain to him. "I'll see you tomorow."

I go inside and shut the door behind me. I can hear him faintky yelling, "You need help! I can help! I know more than you think!"

I turn on my heels and walk away. "Who was it?" My dad slurs. 

"Just no one." I say. 

"Well, I'm bored. Are you going to help me or what?"

"Coming!" I shout as I walk into the room. His large beer belly is protruding from the lob that is his body. Is black hair is streaked with grey. His bald spot shine, and his five o'clock shadow is like a dense forest. What ever you imagine an abusive drunk to be, he is that. 

"Don't... Make me.... Do it my.... self." His words are barley legible.

"Dad, I cant help you because I dont know what you want. Do you want more alchohal, I can't buy it. Want me to call a prostitute fro you, well you don't need it. Mom is dead because of a drunk driver. Now you sit home drinking your life away. It's a wonder why I'm still living here. I just had an opprotunity to leave but I stayed because without me you would be laying face down in river." He needed that as much as I did. 

"Well you've have got a hell of a...a nerve. I'm your-" I cut offf his drunk spleel.

"Fuck off!" 

"Emma!" He yells trying to stand staight. "I can and will hurt you for that." He saids taking his first steps, like a baby who just learns how to take their first steps. 

"Dad, do you think of me as a good daughter?" I ask with authority.

Dad stops short and stares ant me, "Of course I do, I love you Emma, you are my only child. You are my sunshine."

"Well dad say hello to cloudy days."

"Emma, you leave me and your dead." 

"You can only hurt me if you can catch me."

Please be standing outside, please be out side. Jake be my hero. Please help me. I admit it I need your help now. My dad takes some stepes tword me. "What do you mean? I can catch you if I want to." 

I open the door and his eyes widen at the site. "I'll be back when your passed out okay. You'll wake up and forget the whole think. Like it never even happened. But the thing is, I'll remeber, and it will always be in the back of your head, waiting to pop out. One day it will, and it will be to late to apologize, or hurt me, 'cause I'll be long gone by then. See ya later dad."

"You.. I.. We..." 

"You dont even know what to say!" I start to run out the door but something stops me.