I get home to my drunken dad and a crying mother. I see a bruise on her arm. "Dad?"
"You shut your mouth! I don't wanna hear it!"
"Did you hit her?"
"That's not all I did. If you know what I mean." He laughs.
I walk over to my mom and whisper to her," What did he do?" I'm angry.
"It doesn't matter." She whispers back.
"Tell me." I had to clench my teeth. My mother never got a chance to tell me because my dad grabbed my shoulder and turned me around and punched me. Right smack dab in the eye. I simply walk up to my room.
I check the clock in my room. 5:00pm. Three hours til Alice calls. If she even cares. I check my pockets. Fuck. I left my phone in the hall. Oh well im not going to get it now. I decide to tack a nap.
***
When I wake up my dad is telling my name. I realise its 8:00, so I hurry to answer the phone. When I get there I'm out of breath. Dang I need to get in shape."I was beginning to think you wouldn't call."
"I was waiting til 8:00 like you said." I hear her reply.
"I know." I chuckle. "Can I come over and spend the night? Please my dad is drunk and he gets abusive when he is drunk."
"Sure , my mom isn't home." Perfect.
"Ok...I will be over in a little bit." I hang the phone up. "Hey mom! I'm going to my friends for the night."
After about five minutes Im there. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. I can do this."Hey." I tried hiding the bruise on my eye the best I could, but it wasn't enough."Can we go to your room?"
"Sure." I can tell she regrets saying that. I understand why though. She leads me to her room upstairs. I close the door behind me.
"I can't go back." I say as I sit on the bed.
"Why?" She asks me.
"He punched me in the face." I touch my eye. She gets up off the chair she was sitting in and plops next to me then hugs me. I don't know where her mother went but what about her dad? "Where is your dad?" My curiosity got the better of me, as usual.
"He died in a car crash three weeks ago." Her voice cracks a little as if she's ready to burst into tears from held in feelings."We moved because mom couldn't stay in the house anymore." Tears are falling from her eyes now. I take Alice's arm off of me and pull her close.
"I'm so sorry." I look down at her. Ugh this makes it even harder to do the dare. Might as well get it over with.
She stands up and I do the same. Alice walks towards the door. I can't let her leave. Carefully not to hurt Alice I grab her arms and push her away from the door. I lock the door. I know she can still get out but not as fast.
I smile. If there is ever a time to do the dare now is it. Sigh. I grab her shoulders still not trying to hurt her. I push Alice on the bed and pin her down. I dont want to do this. Instead of doing anything really wrong like I kinda want to, I just lean forward and kiss her forehead. Then I lay on her. She kinda groans from the impact but oh well.
"What are you doing? Get off of me!" She laughing.
"I'm comforting you silly. It feels nice." Did i really just say that?! This is only a dare...so why does it feel like something more? What are you thinking Miles? You have a girlfriend.
"How is this comforting?" The sound of Alice's voice snaps me back from my thoughts.
"Cause it is." I look at her and laugh when I see her expression. I get off of Alice.
"Umm.." She says while glancing at a clock.
"What?" I can feel my worried expression. Great.
"I kinda didn't tell my mom you were coming over..so you're going to have to hide in my room til she goes to bed."
"That's OK... I like it in here. All of a sudden a door slams. I assume it's the front door the one i came in.
" I have to go. " Alice says and rushes away. When she's gone I start looking through her stuff. I sound like such a creep... There's a couple pictures of her and a man. Probably her dad.
I hear a woman yell,"Why did you do that?!"
Alice yells back, "Because you're drunk."
She replies,"I am a grown women,I can do whatever the hell I want to!" I wonder if that's Alice's mom...
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