I was in the middle of trying to paint a rose when the door slammed opened.
My heart started beating furiously.
I opened the door slowly and my heart stopped when I saw my dad.
He was older than the last two months I've seen him. His stubble was untamed and he looked like a mess.
"Where the hell are you, you bitch?" He shouted while swaying slightly, a bottle of beer in his hands.
I ran down the stairs and took the beer out of his hands.
"Have you been drinking for the past two months?"
He grinned and stumbled right to me. "Yes but so what?"
"I need money." He roughly grabbed my arm and shook me.
"I don't have the money." I spat in his face.
"So now you're disobeying your dad? Is this how you treat me after I finally came back?"
"You should have never came back."
He growled and what happened next,
he lost all his control.
Hey hey heyyy sorry for not updating as I'm really busy with school work! Hope you enjoy this chapter! What will happen next? ;o
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The Girl who wears Sweater
Short Story"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
