Recovery

Chapter 3

I wake up at 4 am, and I get into the shower, locking the door behind me. I watch the blood from my dark hair run into the drain. I sigh, whimpering, I touch the back of my head and flinch. I'll put my hair up today. Running the brush through my hair hurts. I wonder why. I stupidly ask myself. 

I get ready for school and I'm done by 5, and walk outside. I get into my truck and drive to McDonalds. I bring my bag out and do my homework. 

The memory of the last time I tried to do homework flashes in my head. 

"What the fuck is this?" My dad asks, picking up my biology book.

"Homework, can I have that back?" I impatiently wait for what he will do.

"Homework? Bullshit." He slurs. 

"It is. I need to do it, please give me my book back!" I half shout, half cry.

"Poor baby." He throws the book on top on my papers, then leaves the room. 

"Thank god." I whisper and pick my pencil back up as my dad returns with a bottle of vodka, "What are you doi-"

I'm interrupted to him pouring vodka all over my books. He laughs at me, and I shove him back, in return he poured vodka on me and threw the bottle against the wall.  

He leaves my room laughing. I cry. and go take a shower to get the disgusting liquid off of me. 

3 hours later I was still drying all of my books that were sprawled out on my bed. 

I shake out of my day dream to a familiar face walking in. Josh. I see his smile, and he walks over to me. "Is this seat taken?" He asks pointing to the booth seat in front of me. 

"No." I smile, and gesture for him to join me. 

"It's five A.M., why are you here?" He questions me.

"I should ask you the same thing."

"I was hungry." A number was shouted, "Hold that thought." He disappears and comes back with a tray. 

I move some of my books out of the way and he sits back down. "I come here everyday to do my homework."

"Hun, its called homework for a reason." He giggles, and I just look down, finishing my math homework and moving onto English. I wish I didn't take college courses. 

"So, you got hungry at five A.M. and decided to come here?" I question, stealing a piece of his sausage and smiling. 

"Yeah, so you just do homework here, and not eat?" 

"I usually don't have money." I shrug.

"What?" He stops eating. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have bills to pay."

"You live alone?"

"I wish."

"Please explain."

"Don't judge me?"

"I would never judge you." He rests his hand on my shaky hand, holding a pencil.

I gulp, "My dad's a drunk, and doesn't pay the bills, so it's kind of dependent on me." I sigh. "I also have my truck payments and gas." 

"What does your dad do with his money? Where's your mom?" He looks down at me. "Siblings?" 

"Alcohol, my mom left him and me, I have 2 sisters that live with my mom." I pause. "Lucky bastards."