Dedicated to Sweediepie101
I woke up to the slam of a door it's probably my dad he's always coming home late but i still need to be sure if it's him, i went to the living room to see my dad lying on the worn-out couch. We've had the couch for years now and i don't think it's ever going to be changed.
Life isn't the best for me, it's tough, stressful and very irritating. I'm the only child, most people say if you're an only child you're enjoying but enjoyment isn't in my dictionary but when you talk of hardship yeah. I'm 14 a senior in LakeVille High School. I got promoted to be a senior because i'm intelligent, i get all A's and that's one thing that's enough to stop my sadness.
I'm not happy i don't think i'ld ever be happy, my dad's a drunk, my mum died when i was two so i knew little about her. Dad always says mum was a whore that it's good she died and i'll always dislike him for that statement. I don't believe a word he says about mum maybe he hasn't gotten over her death and for him to forget he calls her a whore.
He's the whore, he brings girls that are probably my age to the house, have sex with them and he thinks it's alright no, it's not and it'ld never be.
I always want to slap the hell out of those girls, the way they would be smiling like they've won a trophy gets me to be so disgusted and the looks they give me always makes me to scream 'slut!!!' in my head. I've once told dad about how i don't like the way he brings girls home and what did he do? He slapped me.
I live in the poor area of Atlanta, i've been leaving here since when i was born in an abandoned old house with just two rooms dusty, a living room and a kitchen that looks a hundred years old. Dad is not willing to work, i look for a way to provide for the both of us but things are still the same.
I'll talk about my life later but for now i need to focus on my dad, he isn't even a father but a sex addict and a drunk. I went to where my-so-called-dad is. It hurts to know that he hates me even though i'm his daughter, i keep on asking myself if mum was alive will he be doing all that he's doing?. I try to make him proud with my stdies but he doesn't show any kind of love.
I could smell alchol mixed with ciggarette, he's drunk, what a shame. I try waking him up put what i get back in return is a snore, i picked him up trying not to wake him up so he won't cuss my life out, he's kind of heavy but thankfully i made it to his room without dropping him, i covered him with the blanket and left trying not to cry.
I got to my room and slid under the covers, i'm not going to cry i told myself, it hurts to see my dad that way he chose to live that life and i've been strong for years and i've to continue to be strong.
I know it's short but i just wanted to update, thanks for all your reads i really appreciate. I'll be updating when i've time. I know the chapter is kind of boring it's just the beginning it gets better. I'ld also love to see you guys comments. I love this story i hope you'ld all love it too. Love you all
