Skipper sat gazing out the window wishing that she could be with her mom. Her dad, Richard, was downstairs watching football. 3 days ago a drunk driver caused her to diverge off the road leading her to a severe injury. She was in a neck brace. They took it off her and they are now trying a new experiment. Skipper walked downstairs to get a drink. Footsteps followed behind her. She turned around and saw that it was Olive, her cat. She sighed. When she opened the fridge her jaw dropped in disappointment. A single tear shed. The fridge was filled with beer, wine, cigars, and drugs.
"I thought you were done with this, daddy." There was silence except for the television. Richard turned the television off, stood up, and walked over to Skipper.
"Skipper, you are 13 years old, I can make my own choices--,"
"But, daddy we talked about this!"
"I don't care, Skipper. You are not the boss of me!" Go to your room!"
There was that silence again, except it was silence; no television, no cars zooming, no sirens. Just silence. She slowly walked up the stairs.
