Sunny and Alex

Nothing

I stand there waiting for what will happen next. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He comes to the top of the stairs, beer bottle wrapped loosely around his hand. He takes a long swig and whips his mouth with the edge of his t-shirt. Nothing.

"You're home early. Did school kick you out for that ugly ass outfit?" he stands there drinking away. The bottle is empty and he starts to notice that too. He looks down at the bottle then looks at me.
"If you want some just go and get one. I bought a bunch this morning after work. You don't have to ask me for permission." He turns around and heads back to his bedroom slamming the door shut. I turn walking to the kitchen with a very confused thought. The kitchen table is stocked high with a beer can, bottles, and big cases. About half of the cases were open and empty beer bottles role across the table onto the floor. I hear a door open and the sound of glass breaking. Then nothing. The door slams again. I don't know what to think, has alcohol turned him into the father I once had or was he...I really do not know. I go to the back porch and grab the cleaning supplies. I walk up the stairs avoiding the glass and blood. I scoop up the glass and clean the wall. I get to scrubbing the stairs. Most people would have a bad feeling about cleaning up their own blood, but not me never. Still nothing. I pass the next three hours scrubbing, bleaching, sweeping, mopping, and dusting. Nothing. I walk past my father room and push the door open just a bit. He is lying flat on his face in the middle of his bed. Beer bottles cover the floor along with what looks like dried blood or paint. I hope to god it is paint. I make it all the way into his bedroom without knocking any bottles over. I take some old, ripped through blankets and cover my father up. I don't need a crazy and a sick father. I then place three aspirins on the bedside table with some tap water. Nothing.

"Sleep tight...see you later..." whispering I get out of his room and lightly close the door. Love makes you crazy they say. I don't do this out of love, I do this for my well being and my mothers. My bedroom looks like something out of a horror movie. I sit on my bed feeling it creak underneath me. I only look out the window, nothing else. Watching the birds soar high in the sky makes me want to fly away with them. Flying and drifting out of sight out of mind. The branches tap against the window making little pop sounds. I lay down letting my eyes close. Nothing. I wake throughout the night hearing my father walk downstairs and grab another beer. Twenty-seven bottles since seven o'clock. Who knows how many before that. My side aches, making me hug my stomach and roll around. I sweat through my sheets. Crying my way in and out of sleep I finally fall into a deep sleep at around four in the morning. Nothing. School is not my number one priority right now. I'm not going afraid they will pull me out and call my father. And that will never happen as long as I live. And that might not be too long from now.