I sat on the stained couch, stiff and numb, with my father's cold, rough arm draped loosely around my shoulders. He leaned into me, close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he spoke to the police officers solemnly.
It was hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that the world was still turning around me. I stared straight ahead, unmoving, blocking out the sights and the sounds.
The police officers gave us their condolences one last time before heading out the door. The mood in the room instantly changed.
"It's your fault she shot herself, you ungrateful little brat," my father began, hitting me hard on the back of the head as he stood up and continued to berate me and abuse me.
I sat there silently and took it.
***
Tuesday (That day):
Will: I had fun
Wednesday:
Will: How are you
Were you at school today?
I couldn't find you
Thursday:
Will: Carson
Are you okay?
I'm worried
Friday:
Will: I'm coming over
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Searching For A Rainbow
Teen FictionCarson has a rough life. Her father is alcoholic and abusive and her only protector is her mother. So when her mother commits suicide, who will be there to protect her? Will Bennett is a happy-go-lucky guy who is liked by everyone. Contrary to the s...
