More Than Enough ⚀ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18 The Past Returns

The lady at the cash register tried numerous amounts of times to get my attention. "Sir, Sir, Sir!" I heard her calling me, but I was frozen to the tap on my shoulder. Staring in the face of the man who was the root cause of alot of things that went wrong in my life. I stood there looking into my father's eyes with my emotions running wild inside of me. I was angry, bitter, sad, disgusted, alone, and it was all his fault.

"Brad, son, how have you been? I have been looking all over for you." Don't touch me. Son? I'm not your son. Why would you be looking for me when your the reason I left? "I was young and dumb. I was still living that life. Now that I'm older, I don't do those kind of things anymore. I'm sorry for not being the father you needed especially after your mother died." Yeah, well good for you.
Now you want to be sorry. Man, I'm out of here.

I put my attention back on the cashier as she waited for me to pay for my things that were already rung up and bagged. I paid for my stuff and got out of there.

When I got back into the car I punched the steering wheel. I was mad. Everything he had done to me came flooding back to my memory. Only if he wasn't my father I thought. I knew for a fact I would have killed him not caring who would have witnessed it. He deserved it for what he did to me.

I could remember a time when he had a house party. I was sitting in the living room doing my homework. All of sudden people started coming over to the house, maybe two at a time at first. They brought food, alcohol, and drugs. Once it was crowded in there I went to the dining room that was on the other side of the kitchen. Crowds of people filled the room minutes later. My dad didn't even mind me being in the mist of the half naked adults that were basically getting drunk, getting high, and having sex. He didn't make me leave or make them stop. I didn't want to be around it so I ran to my room slamming the door closed behind me. Minutes later he came busting in my room. He called me out of my name and he asked me if I wanted him to send some women to keep me company. I said no and he beat me so bad I was black and blue. Bruises were all over my legs, stomach, back, and chest. I had a black eye too. I couldn't go to school for weeks. He wouldn't even take me to the hospital to be treated. He watched for weeks as I suffered to do stuff for myself. I hated him.

The crazy thing about it all was that he wasn't always like that. It wasn't until my mom passed away that he grew bitter and began to get into the things he was into. He used to do everything with me. We would go to basketball games, football games, the park, and on vacations.

When I made it back to the house I let Zack in the gate to park Alisha's car. He had Jeremy waiting for him so they could ride back to the office together.

Alisha was alseep when I walked in the room, turned the light on, and called her name. She jumped up bumping into me trying to make it to the bathroom. She was throwing up again. Only this time she didn't make it to the bathroom. I cleaned up her mess and yelled for her to take the medicine and lay back down. By the time I was finished she was sliding back into the bed. I wet her towel again and put it back on her head. Stripping out of my clothes, I slid in bed next to her and wrapped her in my arms.

I needed her right now more than she knew. I didn't want to bring up what happened at the store because she was sick, and she didn't need all the extra right now. I watched tv until I joined her in a peaceful sleep.

Two weeks later...
Alisha p.o.v.***
After two whole weeks I was still sick. The medicine I had been taking wasn't helping at all. I was feeling dizzy, having bad headaches, throwing up, and feeling nacious everyday so I made a doctor's appointment.

I went in to work for a little while since I didn't have to be to the doctor until later on. Work was busy as usual. Anthony came to my office asking could he talk to me about something in private. I didn't know what in the world he could want to talk about that needed to be said behind closed doors. I went ahead and agreed to met with him before my doctors appointment.