The next morning I wake up to the smell of waffles and bacon
This is a huge shock to me.
I get up scared of the smell for two reasons.
My dad doesn't cook that good.
and he was hopped up on drugs last night.
I slowly get up from my bed then putting my hair up in a ponytail.
I let some of my hair fall to the side of my face while I walk into the hallway.
I turn and my dad's door is open so I slightly stop at the end of the hallway.
Peaking around the corner I don't see anyone so I slowly walk into the living room and see my dad on the couch still passed out.
I creep into the kitchen and see Ian cooking.
"Ian?" I say looking at him then looking around, "How did?"
"You should really lock your doors." He says laughing.
I can't say anything to save my life.
"I figured I could come over and help a little."
"Then how did he move from his room to the couch."
"I came in and he was in the hall all over the floor."
"Wow."
"I know right, what type of drugs is he on."
"Who knows."
"I fixed food" He says flashing another dashing smile.
I join him at the counter standing up with my plate.
"So how long has he been out."
"Since yesterday." I say taking a bite out of my waffle.
"Oh, wow."
"Yea, I don't think we should be here when he wakes up, he has done this before" I say pausing and looking down while the memories all wash back into my mind. "When I was little he would do this and when he woke up he would be so angry me and my mom had to leave till he calmed down."
Tears start to fill my eyes but I hold them back.
"You must have had it rough."
"I guess,"
My dad starts shifting on the couch and he rolls off into the coffee table and his eyes snap open.
We laugh till we see his eyes pop open.
His eyes red like a soft rose.
"Crap.. Ian you should go." I say brushing his arm not taking my eyes off my father.
"What about you?" He says looking at me.
"Just go."
My dad gets up turning his eyes to Ian.
"Why the hell is he in here!" He says.
"Dad, we where just talking." I say stepping in front of him before he charged at Ian.
"Bitch, didn't I tell you no company!" He says in my face. "Get the fuck out the way!" He pushes me onto the floor and steps in Ian's path to the door.
"Excuse me sir." Ian says trying to keep his cool.
"This is the little punk bitch that you are all over?" My dad says looking at me.
"Dad stop!" I say getting up.
"Shut up bitch" He says looking back at Ian.
He grabs Ian by the neck and it takes him by surprise.
I grab a ugly colored green lamp and smash it against his head.
He releases Ian's neck and falls to the floor.
I look up with the half smashed lamp in my hand.
"Go!" I say looking at the door.
"What about-"
"Just go.."
He leaves with one last glance at me.
I drag my dad back to the couch.
I clean up the broken lamp and wash the used dishes.
I shut off all the lights and sit against the front door hoping I didn't just kill him.
All i wanted was for some one to love me, for some one to make me feel like I am important.
But where am I now?
The boy of my dreams is probably frightened for his life.
My dad is a drug abuser.
My mom is all the way in California.
What has my life come to,
Sitting in the dark with my father layed out on the couch.
