Me and my brothers are heading out to my dad's house. He is driving us. Midway there we smell alcohol and of course ask him if he had been drinking. What was his response, it was a quick no and accusation for accusing him so we shut our mouths. Still on the drive there we find these huge white Styrofoam boxes that smell like alcohol and ask him about it. He replied that he was washing them out for his employee. My brothers took this as an acceptable excuse while I knew something was up. After arriving at his house he went to the bathroom and I decided to look around and see if I could find some food. While searching at the very top of the cabinet was two more white Styrofoam boxes, this made me suspicious. I opened them and these ones were completely full of crushed beer cans. So I went to ask him about them when he came out with a beer in his hand. My brothers thought it was funny so they took the beer and dumped it out and his reaction was really stupid. He started rolling on the floor like a retard. So my brothers goot the brilliant idea to throw pieces of bananas at him. He just rolled around in them and laughed. He even tried pulling me down there with him. At this point I decided me and my brothers need to get out so I texted my mom "HELP" in less than two minutes I got a response saying that a family friend was going to come pick us up. Before he had arrived my father went to bed and passed out. Which left me and my brothers (mainly me) to clean up hi mess. Mushed banana is a pain to clean up. When the family friend arrived I had to convince my brothers that dad was being a bad influence and that we needed to leave. They responded with "Drunk dad is fun dad." So I picked them up and put them in the car and we left. Halfway home they said they had hidden his phone ad keys and I just smiled for I knew he would have to sober up to find them. When we arrived home I found my mom there in tears and my sister there waiting to hug me. I know I did the right thing but even so this has been added to my flashbacks. My father, the deranged, semi-auto weapon of destruction, a bulldozer of termination, the nuke of my family.
