Break Away

Chapter 11

"Do you remember who gave you the drink?"

"Just some guy with brown hair." I leaned back against the head rest and watched the road.

"What an accurate description."

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Hey I was busy throwing up, remembering a random guy wasn't the first thing on my list."

"I'd like to kill that random guy." He muttered under his breath.

"Oh relax, I should have asked what was in the drink first. Coconut isn't a common ingredient."

He shook his head slowly, "You're too nice."

We pulled up to my house and I cringed at the fact that my dad's car was still In the driveway, at least Kennedy's bedroom light was off meaning she must be asleep. Hopefully my dad's out of it too.

"Thanks for the lift Noah, the party was fun."

"Until you were poisoned?"

I smiled, "Yeah, until that happened."

He leaned over and gave me a quick hug goodbye before I got out of the car. I noticed Noah waited until I'd unlocked the door before he drove away, he made sure I was safe. How sweet.

Entering the house I noticed the lounge was empty, he probably crashed upstairs for the night which is good news for me. I tiptoes into the kitchen and checked the fridge, there was a half eaten cherry pie so I cut off a small piece. My stomach feels all weird and empty now that I've thrown everything up. Not wanting to get a plate I stood over the sink eating pie feeling like a hobo. The struggles of being lazy right?

"Where the hell have you been!?"

I spun around to find my father leaning up against the doorway with a confused and angry look on his face, he's drunk.

"I went to a party at my friend's house."

"Party? You didn't ask me."

I rolled my eyes, "You're either at work or drunk, when was I supposed to ask you?"

He slammed his fist against the wall making a small squeak leave my mouth, "Don't speak to me like that! I'm your father!" He stumbled towards me.

"You don't act like one."

Oh why can't I keep my mouth shut!?

His hand fumbled across the counter until he picked up a plate and hurled it at me, he missed by a long shot hitting the sink.

"Stop it!" I yelled.

He threw another plate, then a fork and a cutting board. Each projectile missed me thanks to his drunken state.

"Stop trying to hurt me! I'm not the one who left you, mom did!" It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

He paused the onslaught of projectiles, "She left because of you."

"What?"

"She left because you two made our marriage to hard! She stopped being happy when you were born!"

"She divorced you, not us." I frowned, "Stop blaming us because you screwed up."

He threw a pot at me for that, I wasn't expecting it so I didn't move out of the way. In my defense I didn't think he'd actually be able to hit me, I figured he'd miss. The pot slammed into my shoulder making me cry out in pain and stumble over from the surprise pain.

He took the opportunity to kick me in the stomach repeatedly making me scream out in pain begging him to stop. Eventually he did get tired, the alcohol in his system must have tired him out quicker because he had to hold on to the counter as he stumbled away from me muttering about how children had ruined his life.