I stepped over the threshold, quietly, not wanting to wake him up. He was passed out on the couch, snoring lightly, covered in beer bottles. I grimaced when I accidentally stepped on a glass shard. I stuffed my fist in my mouth to avoid shouting out in pain. I started to pick the bits and pieces of the broken bottle up one by one, as quickly as possible to avoid detection.
"Where do you think you're going?" He slurred from the couch, pointing an unstable finger at me. I froze, not knowing what to do without angering him.
"Sorry, I was just going to my room. I didn't mean to wake you up." I apologized, wanting to get out of the room as soon as I could. He let out a feral growl, and stood up. His eyes were black with rage and his hands trembled with anger. I flinched, already knowing what was going to happen next.
"You're the one who killed her, aren't you? I'd recognize you anywhere. Because of you, an innocent woman died. IT'S YOUR TURN NOW!" He lunged towards me and smashed a bottle over my shoulder. He aimed for my head, but I rolled out of the way, landing on more glass shards. I cried out, but he didn't seem to hear. He just threw another bottle at my head, making me dizzy with fear and pain. He swung his arm back for the final blow, but tripped and passed out, probably due to the amount of alcohol in his system. I stood up, trying not to retch when I felt my sticky blood coating my body.
This was the last straw. I couldn't stay here anymore; he would end up killing me one day. So, I ran up to my room and fixed myself up. I washed the blood off and stuck bandages on my shoulder and head. My money, my clothes, mother's photo album, and my art supplies, all went in my backpack. When I came back down, he was still on the floor, not stirring. I looked at him with contempt, refusing to cry over a man like him.
When I made it to the door, I looked back at the only place I had ever called home. I was leaving everything behind, with no regrets. I lovingly touched the photo of my mother and I, before stuffing it in my backpack.
I uttered a silent goodbye to my father, and walked towards the starless night.
A/N
So, good? Bad? I actually kinda liked it, but that's probably just because it was my own book >_<
Well, I can tell it will be unpredictable as to what'll happen later, but hopefully y'all like it.
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