He peeked his head out. His face was scared. He looked terrified. He looked down and saw dad. He looked up with soft eyes and tear stained cheeks. His cheek was cut and there was blood. Red blood rolling out. His hands had pieces of glass stuck in them. He crawled out and held on to me. I had him in my arms and I told him everything would be okay. I didn't know if that was true or not but its what he needed to hear. I picked him up and carried him downstairs and set him on the counter. I cleaned his cuts and put a band aids on the little ones. I grabbed the keys to the truck and drove him to the hospital because he needed stitches. They fixed him up and we came home. My dad was gone. Beth was inside. Beth was our neighbor. She was friends with my mom when she was in high school and when she died Beth kinda stood as our mother. She wouldn't ever intervene when dad was being dad. But she would help after. When we got inside she was cleaning and cooking. There was still a faint small of beer but it could be worse. I sat Jack down and went up to my room. It was May so I had 1 month till I got out of school. I am a junior at Clayton high school. Which is located in Georgia. It was a nice high school. Not really bad. But not really good either. Since I still attended I had to do English homework. I had to write about the Great Gatsby. Was Gatsby in love with Daisy or the idea of Daisy? I couldn't decide. He once loved her but that was the past. He wanted to be with her all that time so he became obsessed. That's when he became obsessed with her. Having these high expectations of when they would be together again. So it was both he did once love her and his love lead to obsession. Love leads to obsession. Obsession leads to high exceptions. High expectations lead to let downs. My dad was the reason. He was the reason I never had high expectations anymore.
