I steadied myself and grabbed the wall. My father had a strange stinging look in his eyes. I looked around for some way to escape before he got any closer or could possibly land a blow to me again.
He pulled a hand back and in a swift moment landed his fist in my cheek. I yelped a little bit in pain from the blow he had delivered. he laughed almost evilly and looked at me. I felt my eyes well with tears. He may be my father but GOD do i hate him!
He laughed and laughed. Evil son of a bitch. I decided to make a run for it. I knew he was drunk, so he couldn't get up the stairs. I ran upstairs and to my room. I swung the door open, seeing my father trying to come up the steps and stumbling back or onto his belly withing a few steps, even before the steps.
I ran into my room and locked th door, I had bruises on my arms and cuts on my wrists and big lumps on my face. I made SURE the door was locked as i walked to my bathroom. We lived in a Half Decent house. If it wasn't for my father being a complete and total drunken asshole, it would be a grade A household.
It's been getting worse and worse since my mother died though.. My dad is drinking wayyyy more and he is lashing out a lot more often. he seems to have this problem grasping the fact that i'm a 17 year old girl and he needs to be looking out for me, not trying to fucking KILL ME!!
I grabbed a washcloth from the rack next to my sink and put it under the faucet, running warm water over it. I rung it out and picked it up to my swollen face, gently rubbing the warmth of the water against it.
My arms stung a little from the cuts and the bruises. I also had dropped a bottle of beer on my foot, trying to take it from my father.
I had a hard time at school to.. It wasn't just because i was 'Goth' or 'Emo', it was because i reeked of alcohol and I got terrible grades because i would be up all night either trying to sleep, do homework, or at the 24 hour coffee shop in a couple blocks away.
After i washed the cuts on my arms and my face, i pulled off my shirt, walking over to my shower. i pulled a hand towel from my rack and put it n the tub, turning on the hot water from there as well. I picked it up while it was still drenched, and leaned over, placing it on my back. It stung at first, but then it felt ok.. It didn't hurt to bad. I sucked it up and ran into my room, after finishing with the towel. I pulled on a different shirt and a different pair of skinny's, and hopped into the chair in front of my desk. I sighed and grabbed my sketch pad, and my pen. I looked out the window at the dark night sky.
VAMPIRES!
I thought.
I began to sketch the head, body, arms, and legs of a night critter.
He had short dark hair, and wings that looked bat like.
He was a couple bats floating around behind him.
He was floating above some water under the moon. I couldn't wait to finish it..
But then my Drunken father pounded on the door..
He had gotten up the stairs...
That bastard..