Lose it

Chapter 3

POV CAROLINE

The sun rose in the grey sky. I watched it half awake, I'd better hurry and get ready before my father gets up. I slip my red flats over my heels and finish applying the perfect amount of lip gloss. The front door knob turns easily under my manicured hands. 

"CAroline," A dunkard slurs. I pause before turning around.

I am in no mood for your shit, I can't be late again. "Yes?" 

"I *hich* need to talk to you." 

"I really have to go-"

"I am your father! And I want to talk to you, get over here."

I hesitate. Then step over to where he is in front of the stairs. He extends his arm and slaps me. I feel a red mark forming under my makeup. It stings but this isn't the worst part. 

"You're a fuck up Caroline." He takes a photo out of his ragged robe pocket and shoves it in my face, "Remember when you were sweet?" The picture is of me, around the age of three, on a tricycle with my mother crouched beside me. My mothers face is covered in bruises, some of her hair is torn out, and her left arm is in a cast as the arm around me is covered in cuts and scars. My father hiccups folds the photograph and shoves it back into the crevise. "If your mother was alive-"

"Well she's not!" I interupt- first mistake. "You killed her!"

"She killed herself, caroline..." He reached out to touch me but i shrugged him off- second mistake. 

"She was running away from you!"

"Into oncoming traffic..." his old face softened, "you can't blame me."

"YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE TO BLAME!" I pick my backpack up and slam the frontdoor behind me- third mistake. I can almost feel the ciggerette pushed into my forearm. The third strike rule. 

I shudder to think about what will happen when I get home. I pray that he was black-out drunk and wont remember the debacle. 

Reed pulls her bright red caddilac next to me. "Need a ride?" She inquiries, "no isn't an answer."