The Stolen Heart

Chapter 7: The Next Week

So this chapter is gonna be kinda long and amazing so bare with me💗
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Trinatys P.O.V

Monday 6:01 am
SHIT I AM A MINUTE BEHIND.

But I guess that means I gained that minute back because we have a 2 hour delay today, I just decided
to go over to Bills so that I could hangout with Cason.

I walked down the narrow hallway and down the stairs without a care in the world, and I automatically felt a sharp sting in my foot. I looked down and seen a smashed beer bottle on the floor, and of course I stepped on it and got a piece in my foot. So much for going to see Cason.
"Dad! What the hell?!" I yelled but I didn't get a response. I started limping into the living room and saw my dad passed out drunk on the couch, so I limped all the way back to the kitchen and grabbed an ice cold glass of water. This is gonna be great.
My limping was sucking because every time I tried to limp it seemed like the glass was going deeper in my foot. So I tried my best to reach my dad without stumbling over.
My dads face was dirty and it looked like he hasn't showered in days, his bright blonde hair look now like the brunette hair I had. Gross.
My braveness was on a high level and I splashed the water on my dad, it took about a minute before he woke up yelling. He threw the bottle he had and it smashed against the door that lead to a closet.
"Fuck!!" My dad kept yelling that over and over.
"Maybe you should stop drinking and I won't have to do this." I threw the cup on the ground next to my dad and limped away. (The cup was plastic)
"Do you run this house now Trinaty Avaya?!" He yelled after me. I completely ignored him and I went to the kitchen to get a bandage for my foot.

Wow, broken nose and glass in my foot. Great first week.

"Answer me now!" He yelled again
"Go take a bath." I said not yelling and he never responded.
"Oh, and after you're not drunk off your ass you need to drive me to the hospital to get this piece of glass from YOUR beer bottle out of my foot." I said loudly.

"Sorry." I heard him say from the living room, I couldn't believe it. So I limped my ass ALL the way back to the living room so that we could leave. My dad didn't say anything he just put my jacket on me and lead me to the car. I really didn't wanna get in there because he's drunk but it's either I get my foot infected or I wish for the best when my dad drives.
I got into the passenger side and looked over at my dad.
"Look, I'm really trying to make things diffrent Hun. But just, I'm an alcoholic and it's really hard to try to not do it when you're here. But it's just who I am, I'm really gonna try to quit for you." My dad said rubbing my back.
"Thanks." I responded looking outside the window.
And then my dad started driving.

We reached the hospital and man was it big, it was grey and red and almost bigger then the high school. There were lots full of ambulances and cars that were aligned in good matter on the right side of the hospital, the left side was just pavement. My dad helped me limp my way to the emergency room that was only about a 30 second walk from where we parked so, not that bad.
The lady at the front desk was not helpful at all, she got me a wheel chair and wheeled me to a very small room fit for like a half of a person. The lady handed me a flyer that I needed to sign and then she left. Without telling me or my dad that there would be a doctor in soon. So we sat there and waited.
"I'm guessing you don't like it here?" My dad asked
"I do, there's just been a lot of stuff going on and I don't wanna talk about it."
"Why not?"
"Because talking about it makes me feel worse okay?"
"Trinaty.. I'm your dad. I can be like your second mom and you can talk to me about anything."
"I'm good."
My dad looked like he was giving up at the point.
"Whatever makes you happy." He ended walking out of the room.

I really did feel bad about not telling my dad things but, it doesn't really matter. If I were to tell him about Justin he'll end up doing something and I just I don't want that. Especially when we just started dating.