Come with me, Garnet

Routine

I was awoken by the roaring voice of my ' father' . I pop straight up into a sitting position in my pillow top .

"Looks like someone has a hang over"Ever since my mother died this has been his routine. Wake up with hang over,Go to work,Come home,Get drunk, Wake up with hang over. I don't blame him. When my mother died I would pop volumes just to feel better. In the end I would just wake up more sad than before.

I kick my legs over to the left side of my bed. On my bedside stood a digital alarm clock that read ' May 28 *16 3:45 am'. I sit there for a couple minutes till the lion roars again. I get up, walk out my room and down the steps into the kitchen. I walk over to the island in front of the sink. I mentally pat my back for washing the dishes to make this morning easier.

I grab a cup out the sink and rinse it off. I walk to the refrigerator and fill the cup with ice and water. I then sprint up stairs , tripping over the second to last step. I push open my father's room door. I see a mid thirties old man with one arm over his eyes and the other rubbing his left temple. I walk up to the figure. Two pounds of pressure and the nose bone goes into the brain. My problems would be over. "Daddy..." He looks up at me with a face of anger and pain that softens to a face of gratefulness and lust. "Awww,baby you're so sweet." His deep mellow voice sounded through out the room. He sits up and take the cup of water. He then reaches over to his bedside and grabs the bottle of ibuprofens. Like I said this is a routine. He takes two of them, chugs the water then looks up at me. "Give daddy a kiss" "I have to wash clothes.." I say in an nervous voice taking a step back only to be yanked forward into a rough kiss. I fight to get his grip loose which ends with me falling on my ass with a thud. ' good job chres' I say to myself. I look up to see my dad picking up the glass. His face holds anger once again. That's when I knew I fucked up. The glass cup and ice came in contact with my left temple so face I had no time to process the event.

" WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING I DON'T WANT MOUTH,UNDERSTAND?!?!" He roared deep from his chest. "Yes sir" I whimper out of fear . He walks over me, going out the room " And clean up that damn mess" I lean up from the floor and touch my temple. Wet. Damn...I wipe the ceimson liquid off on my shirt and stubble out to get the broom. Once again this is my routine.