Cat and The Monster (Rewriting)

=Chapter 7-Cat And The Dinner Gone Awry=

=Cat's P.O.V= Edited

My dad was supposed to come home today. It was already five o'clock and Isaac, Danny and Derek had decided to go out because they weren't ready to see our dad again, they said that they really just had to do something but I knew that it was just an excuse to not be here when my dad got here.

My dad didn't exactly have the best reputation for being on time, or showing up. Over the years since my mom had died, he'd become more and more distant, and with that distance came things like excuses and sad phone calls with fake apologetic tones.

I made lasagna and some salad as well as some garlic bread just the way he liked it. I set the table for two people and I was ready for him to walk through the door and sit down, ask me how my day was, and how school was going, but I knew that there was only a twenty five percent chance of him coming.

I decided to dress nicely since it had been over three weeks since I had seen my father. My hair was down with one small ponytail on top and I was wearing a dress that my mother gave to me before she died. I was wearing black flats and I was sitting on the porch with a glass of water. He was supposed to come at five fifteen so I figured I would wait outside.

5:10, no one, as expected.

5:15, no one.

5:20, no one, by this time I was ready to open a bottle of whiskey, but I didn't, because I hated alcohol, and basically everyone knew I just wasn't that kind of person.

5:45, nothing.

6:30 nothing but my own sighs and yawns and the sipping of a triple shot of coffee.

6:50, literally all I could hear was the disappointment coming from my humming mouth.

7:00, I could only hear my own heartbeat.

8:00, it was as if the world had died. I went back inside and sat down in my chair. I checked my phone but there were no messages. 20 missed calls from me to my dad and an hour later, I warmed up my lasagna and put it on the table, ready to accept defeat. I heard the doorbell ring and my eyes lit up. I ran to the door and opened it.

"Da-" I stopped when I saw Monster, he had a black eye, a bruised cheek, a cut lip, a bloody shirt and he looked extremely upset. "Are you okay?" I asked him. His eyes were red and watery, and all I could think about doing was hugging him, but I didn't, to avoid an entire day of mutually awkward stares. Remembering the incident on the ferris wheel, I flushed as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Can I come in?" He asked me and I nodded, to shocked to say anything about the blood and bruises on his face. I told him Isaac wasn't home, and he shook his head. "I'm not here to see him."

"Then why are you here?" I asked him curiously as we made our way to the kitchen. He sat down in a chair and winced. I flinched as I helped him sit down and looked at him as he held his side in clear pain.

"I need your help." He told me and I muttered a 'huh' of confusion. He gulped and squinted in pain. "You spent an entire summer at first aid camp and I have a lot of-" I cut him off before he could say 'I have a lot of injuries'.

"How did you know that?" I asked curiously before handing him the glass of water I left on the counter. He drank some of it, but winced when he put it down, his hand clearly not doing so well.

"Isaac told me." I rolled my eyes, thinking 'of course' since Isaac's main source of entertainment was sharing weird facts about me, especially to his stupid football friends. "Were you expecting someone?" He asked, and I looked at the neatly set table.

"My dad was supposed to be here four hours ago, but it's okay." I nodded as he looked at me. "He was probably just busy or something." I lied and looked at the side of his face, where there was a huge gash. I took a napkin, dabbed it in the water and held it to the side of his face.