Broken Wings || h.s

Chapter 3

                                                            Chapter 3

            Harry finally arrives at my house with me having to give not too many directions.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say before unbuckling my seat belt.

“Do you...”

I wait for him to finish but worry my dad was going to be mad for me being late.

“Do I what?”

“Do you want me to get you tomorrow morning?”

“Uh…you don’t have to, it’s fine,”

“I don’t mind,” a smirk pulls onto his lips playfully and I don’t have the nerve to say no to him, “Besides…I literally live right down the street,”

“You do? Since when?”

“Well since forever, I just never knew you lived around here,”

“Which house?”

“The big white one, house 103,”

“Oh,”

“So you want me to get you tomorrow?” he asks again.

“I guess, sure,”

“Tomorrow then,” his dimpled smile appears on his face and it brightens the mooding a bit.

“Bye,” I wave lightly, and then head up the porch steps and inside my house.

I look around the first floor and there is no one there.

Weird, usually dad was here around this time.

I was grateful he wasn’t though; I didn’t want to put up with him. 

I rush up to my room and start on my homework.

I start to study for my math test as well, making sure I knew all the material.

Soon I started to get hungry so I walk downstairs, hoping there was something decent in that fridge.

I look inside of it but there was nothing.

I start to go through the pantry and see that my dad had still not discovered my secret stash of Oreos.

I take them out and hold them behind my back.

I swirl around and let out a scream when my father is standing there with a lazy smirk on his face.

“You scared m-me,” I stutter, shaken up.

“Did I?” he laughs.

“Have you been drinking?”

I got a huge whiff of beer, which answered my question. 

“It doesn’t concern you,”

“I jus think…”

“You think what?” he walks closer to me.

I was pushing his buttons, I knew I was, but he had to realize what he was dong was wrong.

“You need to be drinking less, it’s making you…out of control,”

“I am not out of control!” he yells, stalking towards me.

“I just…ever since mom-“

“What did you say?”

“I said ever since mom-“

I get a cold slap across the face to shut me up.

“I heard you the first time! Don’t repeat yourself,”