Tongue Slip

my father.

Dedicated to kaidress for being a wonderful friend and best reader of my book. I 3vu.
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Carlie left a few hours later after filling me in with how much she doesn't seem to fit with her boyfriend... Gerald or something.

Later we caught up on our home work and assignments. It was pretty fun and somewhat exhausting.

I made dinner and ate alone because Spring was away on some "projects" sexual if you ask me. But forget about my opinion not that it would matter to anyone.

After leaving a note on the fridge to inform him that dinner is ready and he can only warm before he takes it. Not that he would.
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Two hours later I was still  burning my head in some stupid novel to pass time and also exhaust me to the point where if I sleep I would not have the energy to dream.
I did that every night.

The  front door slams shut suddenly reviving me from my little safe haven of creative writers and there creative writing.

I froze immediately it wasn't Spring I know. It's the man of my night mares.

My father.

My hands start shaking and the book in my arms falls with a thud. It's sound echoing across the silent house.

One second...

One minute....

"Autumn baby aren't you gonna welcome daddy home?" My father's voice echoes back and I shiver at the chill it brings to my chest and spinal cord.

"Autumn?" His voice booms again and I gasp.

"Coming." I shout and collect myself.

I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself just to make sure it was real and I had not dosed off.

"Autumn you would not want me to call again, would you?" He says and I rush to the door of my room.

*don't show him how scared you are* I mutter in my head repeatedly.
*you ate way stronger*

*remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.*

*you can stay strong and emotionless*

Before I know it I am standing right in front of him my face void of any emotion and my eyes ice cold.
"Welcome." My voice is clip tightly giving nothing away

"You don't seem so happy to see me as I am to see you." He says smiling and u ball my fists  holding myself from  punching his mouth and dislocating a few teeth here and there.

"Oh forget about your excitement for now it would come later." He grasps my elbow and pulls me.

The darkness creeps up my chest stronger than usual and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly.

"You wouldn't mind making me some late dinner, right?"
He pulls us to the kitchen and seats on one of the stools.

Wanting to be away    from him I rush to light the stove and start warming Spring's dinner for him.

I busy myself with storing the food even though there is no point of doing so. His eyes are on me the whole time and I try my best to not seem affected by the uneasiness and creepiness of his eyes.
"When was the last time I was here?" He asks trying to make a conversation.
"Half a year."I answer half heartedly. Not that I  have been counting.

" Haven't you missed me at all? "
He says and I hear a flick of his lighter and seconds later the smell of burning tobacco fills the air.

"No." I whisper and collect a plate and act as if I did not hear anything.
"No what?" His voice is low and somewhat cold but then it always is like that. At all times.