Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 24 part 2

Chapter 24 part 2-

Dad is home and yelling when Dr. Caldwell drops me home. I closed the door silently behind me praying not to be noticed.

"I don't know what could have happened to it!" Georgia argues. "I swear sir, no one has been in your room..."

Dad's face is angry and annoyed. His hands are balled in to fist by his side. He looks strangely sloppy, white shirt untucked, brown suit pants hanging off his waist a bit, his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck. I've only seen him like this a few times, usual when he's drunk and on the brink of passing out, but right now, I'm sure he isn't drunk...just angry.

"Well then!" he yells. "It must of grown legs and walked out!"

Georgia shook and fumbled with her hands. She turned to face me and shakily gestures for me to come to her. I walk slowly over to her. She hugs me tightly. "How'd it go?" I shrug and wiggle away from her.

Dad pauses, his faces softens a moment before going angry again. He points an angry finger to Georgia "THIS ISN'T OVER!" he hisses. I know instantly what he's talking about. The thought and realization makes me shiver.

His alcohol.

I hadn't planned for when he came home. I think about confessing but then he points that finger at me. "As for you!" my breathing gets caught in my throat. "Don't think you've gotten away with anything!"

He takes his tie from around his neck and crumbles it in his fist "And when the fuck is dinner? Let's hope the food hasn't disappeared as well!"

Then he stomps off to his room. Georgia pulls me into another hug. I hug her back this time, mostly because I'm afraid of Dad's reaction...to everything.

"It's ok, Lilly. He's just a bit angered. Not the best news to come home to. Right?" she says it like its a joke, but I don't laugh. Her voice is shaken. I know she's hoping this won't be as bad as I know it will be. "Why don't you go upstairs and get fixed up? I advice you to come down for dinner tonight..." I nod and she releases me. To my surprise my legs are shaky as I climb up the stairs. My palms are sweating.

Dad didn't react any better to Cynthia's death than mom. Like her he had blamed me as well. Mom immediately ratted me out when he started yelling at her. Then he turned his anger on me. He didn't actually disown me, but he came pretty close to it that night.

It was the first time I'd actually seen him cry. It wasn't the first time he yelled at me though, it was the worst of them all. We haven't exactly had the same father daughter relationship since.

I slowly change out of the clothes I had on into my midnight blue silky pajama pants and a thin long sleeve sweater. It one of those sweaters where you can push your thumb through the hole like a glove or whatever, so it definitely covered my wrist. I bush down my hair and pull it back into a pony tail. My eyes are puffy, like I'd been crying which I know I hadn't my skin in lighter than normal and dull. I bet if I fall asleep right her people would think I was dead.

I sigh turning away from my mirror. I know I have to go back down sometime, and it would probably only be worse if I make Dad wait.

I pout and slowly make my way back down the steps. Dad is already eatting. Steak, it was his favorite so we tend to have it often.

I sit as far away from his as the table would allow. He glares at me and cuts into his meat with knife and put a huge piece into his mouth. I cringe, suddenly not hungry. Georgia kneels beside me and cuts my food into tiny little pieces.

"Why can't she do that herself?" Dad barks.

Georgia breathes. "Your wife says she isn't allowed to have a knife anymore..."