"Go away, can't you see I'm drinking here!" he yells and tries to throw the bottle at me, the glass shattering in front of me. "Dad stop, you cut my foot! Put down the bottle and stop!" By now tears are streaming down my face from both emotional and physical pain. Stumbling over to me, he shoves me into the bathroom and sits right outside the bathroom door, so that I couldn't get out. I start crying even more. Heaving, full-body wrenching sobs. I tried opening the door but I couldn't. My head is spinning and I hear something in the bathroom wall. "A clock?" I said confused. "But wait we have no clocks in the bathroom." talking to myself. I start listening in the walls intensely. I grab my brush and smash the wall, making a lot of noise and splitting the drywall. I started to scratch the wall, hard enough that my hands get cuts and scrapes. My dad finally then opens the door.
He screams at me, and it sounds weird in my head like he's yelling through a tube,"What the hell are you doing Emily?!" I actually notice the blood on my hands now. He grabs my hands and helps me get up, pain searing through my hands and arms. He yells in my face and all I can smell is his terrible alcohol breath. In a surprisingly calm voice, I just answer with a simple, "Yeah, what?" This seems to aggravate him further, "What the fuck do you mean by 'what'?! Look at what you have done to the wall!"
"Me? I did that? Dad, I couldn't see what I was doing, everything was black and red. I was completely numb, I barely remember how I got in the bathroom," I answer, suddenly feeling very confused and scatterbrained.
"Yeah sure Emily, clean up your hands and go to bed. I'll clean up and get new drywall for the bathroom. Stop being a crazy person like your mom." With that, he limps to bed. I wash my hands and think to myself, 'why did I do this?'Could I really be crazy like my mom?' I slowly walk down the hall to my bed, so tired I almost collapse on the way there.
The next day is Saturday, and I wake up hearing my dad making something in the kitchen. I was rubbing my eyes as I still feel unsteady in the head. "Smells like pancakes, yummy!" As he tossed the pancakes to me. "Ahh thanks," as I try to smile. After getting dressed I get ready for the day in the bathroom. My dad is getting ready in his room as the doors are open just a crack well enough to the point where we can hear one another.
"Could I go spend the night at Taissa's house?" I ask nicely
"Yeah sure, pack up and get ready if you want to go now."
"Oh okay," I said surprised. It was ten o'clock now and we both were heading to the car. I should get a job but I'm too shy and I feel like I would be unlikely to even get a job. Ten minutes later, we pull into her driveway. She's outside sitting on the step that leads to her house. With her beautiful dirty blond hair blowing in the wind, which it's cooler today than the other hot summer days. We both run to each other with big smiles on our faces. "Heyyy!" We give each other huge hugs. I turn around facing my dad "Bye dad love you!" I try to yell to see if he heard me or not. "Yeah, bye Emily pick you up tomorrow at 3 pm."
