Oh It Is On You Little Shit.

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Chapter Three:

Toni Mahfud as Kaden

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. . . . . . . . FLASHBACK . . . . . . . . .

The first time dad had hit me was when he made his first million. After that, the hits just started rolling in, just like the money.

It was a year after mom died. He came home with a couple women. This had never happened before, now my dad was a handsome man, he had to be in order to be in front of the TV all the time. No he's not a actor, he's just a really famous business man. Yea, in New York the last name Ashing is important.

Anyway, dad came home with women, drunk off his ass. This part wasn't new. "WHAT the hell are you doing?"

He was kissing one red head while the other was getting busy, undoing his belt buckle. Dad's head snapped up, I thought I heard a Crack.

"Opal, what are you doing here?" his voice cracked, pushing away the two broads, dad stumbled his way to me.

"I live here dad. What are you doing with these two girls? What about mom? Have you forgotten about her so soon?"

It hurt seeing him with other woman only a year after mom died. I mean, couldn't he have waited, just a little bit? Or at least until he wasn't drinking himself to oblivion everyday?

"I have a right to move on, Opal." he slurs, fists clenching. How could he? He wasn't moving on, I knew he wasn't, he was just using these girls to get his dick wet.

"Your only using them dad. Can you please stop and think once? How can you do this to mom?" My voice is rising now and I know I need to calm down, but it's so hard.

"Your mom's dead Opal! She would want me to be happy! " he shouts back, the women forgotten.

I scoff," not like this dad! Not getting off your ass drunk, and fucking random sluts! " I shout back, throwing my hand in the directions of the red head.

" Don't raise your voice at me! I'm your father and you will respect me! "

His fists are balled up so tight, they are turning white, he towers over me in his fatherly way, but it doesn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"Your no father! Real dad's don't drink all the fucking time! Real dad's aren't so fucking PATHETIC-" His fist hits me and he continues to do so. Shouting over and over.

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. . . . . . . PRESENT TIME . . . . . . . .

The door slams shut, he's gone. I wheez, lifting my self off the floor. God damn, he has a heavy foot. I make my way upstairs to my room.

It's pretty big, but what can you expect from a preppy rich girl, right? The wall are pastel colors, pastel blue, pink and purple. It looks like a Wonderland in here. It's safe haven for me, the one thing Monster dad hasn't ruined. A big king sized canopy bed is Smack into the middle and has cool translucent curtains hanging on it. My sheets are royal blue with a black comforter. Yea they don't really match, but it matches me, I'm very light and bubbly but I also like dark things. A desk is one the left side of my room, it has all my art supplies on and in it. Magic happens there. I make my way to the bath room, it has a huge egg shaped tub that's a pool in its self since it's built into the wall. A shower next to the tub, and then a black marble sink. I fill the tub with warm water and Old Spice Bearglove. Yea, guy smell is amazing. Sinking in to the tub, I assess the abdominal damage. A few bruises around my ribs, nothing too bad. Other people have it way worse. After soaking in the water until it starts getting cold, I get out dry off, and head off to my closet. I get my phone on the way, and call Amy and Sara, I need to tell them I'ma be late.

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