My Hero Bestfriend.

Alecia POV [uh-lee-see-uh]

Prologue 

Sitting in a car thats being driven by a 50 year old man thats drunk off his ass while going up to 97 miles per hour down a little highway in the middle of nowhere is scary. I know what your thinking... How and WHY did you get into a car with some drunk? Well he's my Pop, yep good old daddio. Fuck no, he's a low-life drunk that gropes me way too much and has creepy beady eyes that are always bloodshot. Wheres my Mom? She died 8 years ago when I was 10. Im not too sensitive about it though, she never did care or give a crap about how Dad did treat me. So I was glad when the cops knocked on the door at 3 in the morning saying my mom was dead. I know I know... Im such an evil person, but just look at who my parents were. 

Only person that does care about me is my bestfriend, Noah. He's been my shoulder to cry on, my protector when it came to Dad, and he beat up any guy that would play games with my heart. He is my Hero. Did I mention he is also in this car with me? Yep, he never leaves my side when it comes to my Dad.

FRIDAY

It started on Friday, I got home from school, walking strait past the couch where my Dad usually sat, but did a quick 360 when I saw him. He usually sat there getting drunk off either whiskey, rum, or beer. I didn't smell any alcohol in the air, and saw a sober-looking dad. I almost crapped my pants right there. He didn't have red eyes,  he had a clean pair of clothes on, and the living room wasn't even trashed. 

"Wow, your not drunk off your ass. Whats the problem? Did you run out? Want me to go get you some more?!" I spat clenching my fists. 

"Goodafternoon to you too Aleciaaaa," he said drawling out the last syllable of my name.

"Don't you 'Goodafternoon' me Dad! Don't you think for a second Im gonna be all surprised and shit as your sober. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream tears streaming down my face.

I turn in the kitchen to the fridge open it for a Gatorade and then slam it shut angrily.

"Why are YOU even sober? Huh Dad!? WHY?" I say pointing not even caring if Noah is in my room, or if he's listening.

"Just listen to me Alecia, im sorry I haven't been the best father in the world-"

"Damn right!" I seeth.

"But I know your turning 18 tomorrow and before you leave me to go off to New York like I know you will, I want to take you out to eat... Just me and you like when I was good.." he trails off.

I just stare at him, not believing what he's saying. He had my whole life to make it up to me and NOW he wants to make it up to me?  "um..  i'll think about it." I reply mumbling.

He jumps up off the couch with a smile on his face. "Thanks, I promise I'll get better." He walks to me holding out his arms as if to give me a hug. 

"No, don't touch me." I say sternly. Then i add, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Then I stalk up to my room and fling open my door not caring if it bangs into my dresser. I see Noah sitting on my bed, his hands clenching and unclenching. When he hears me he stands up walks over quickly, and wraps me up in his strong arms. I let him hold me and rock me back and forth on my tip toes, inhaling his musky scent and rubbing my wet teared face on his soft cotton T-shirt. 

"DJ... " he whispers. He's always called me DJ ever since I showed him my awesome remixes I make. I look up slowly and nod. 

"I heard everything, im so sorry DJ. I just want to hurt him so much, after all the pain hes put you in. You don't deserve this shit!" he says as he slams his fist onto my desk. All my paperclips and stapler go flying.