Silver Torch

~ Chapter One ~

The rain crashed down from above onto the glass windows of the dark painted car.
I could barely even see out of the car; the water endlessly flowed down. I glanced over at my father, who was driving. One hand on the wheel, the other grasping a clear bottle filled with a fulvous liquid and his head bobbing to the radio station.

I distanced myself from the music; I didn't pay any attention to it therefore I couldn't hear it.

The horrible, yet familiar stench of the liquor and the alcoholic beverages pervaded the vehicle. That, I didn't miss.

I peered out the window; still blurred by the cascading rain, but as soon as the car slowed and the high-pitched shrieks of the breaks sounded, I knew that we had arrived.

"Don't just sit there! Get out the car and go get whatever the hell you were yapping about!" My father yelled at me.

I asked him if he was going to accompany me. I surely didn't want to go inside of an abandoned home all by my lonesome. Instead, my father replied angrily with hostility.

"They're not mine are they? You need to learn how to get things yourself!"

Sadness, and anger, courses through my veins as I exited the vehicle out into the pouring rain outside.

I stood at the tall, gate that perimeters the house. It felt as though I was coming back to an old friend, a place where I called home; the place I was safe.

I opened the gate which hadn't been opened for so many months and I made my way up to the house.