A breath shakely parted my lips and blew out onto the glass on the front door. I turned the lock on the door and as soon as it clicked shut a bottle was lobbed at my head.
It smashed against the door, sending small shards flying. Some grased my face and others cut into the skin.
A slurred voice spat "Where have you been you little shit?" I heard a thud and the large body crashed into one of the hall's walls.
"H - Hello F - Father... I was out with some friends and I got caught up." I spoke as clearly and as quickly as I could.
I tried to turn around but before I could turn my body fully around another bottle was thrown. This bottle smashed into the wall but little green shards again smacked against my face.
I could feel a drop of blood slide down my face and pool at my chin, before finally dripping down. I tried to catch it, fearing if it hit the carpet my Mother would go balistic.
My mucky eyes locked with my Father's dead, grey ones. My eyes scanned his for any sign or hint of emotion but he just forced his legs to heave his body back into the kitchen.
Before I could give him a second change to aim for my head, I was up the stairs and in the confinements of my four bedroom walls. I closed the door as quietly as I could and slid the lock into place.
I was safe, from the world at least. It was just me in a room inhabited by an asortment of drugs.
YOU ARE READING
Addiction
Narrativa generaleWhat happens when addiction takes over your life? Follow Ty's story of addiction as his friends and his girlfriend, Sasha, try to help. Will he survive the journey or die trying?
