Like California Wildfire

Chapter 4: True colors

Quote:" When people show you their true colors don't get mad, paint a beautiful mural of life lessons and keep marching forward." ~ Author Alex Elle

My father and I are sitting opposite each other from his work desk, he with his hands folded, and I with my legs crossed. He clears his throat, "I got a phone call from school today." He tells me firmly, and immediately my heart starts racing. Does he know?  

I raise my eyebrow, "what was it about?" I ask trying to play cool. I start fidgeting with my locket to distract myself from his cold stare.

"Your English teacher called, said you stormed out of class. Why?" He's actually not blowing up, not yet at least.

"I couldn't take the drama that was unfolding around me so I walked out of class to make everybody happy." I bite my lower lip.

He slams his hand down on the table. "Not good enough! I can't have you walking around school acting like an animal! Do you know how bad that makes me look?" There goes his temper. 

"I'm sorry Dad." I tell him truthfully. I was never much of a trouble maker, I don't know why he's so mad since its my first time. I place my phone on the desk, expecting him to take it because of my unacceptable behavior.

"I don't want the damn phone!" He yells. So I grab the phone and quickly put it back in my pocket. "You think you can run around here and just do whatever you want?" He screams. No one can hear though, our walls and doors are sound-proof.

"No sir." I say quickly. Why is he acting this way? He's never been so mean to me before.  I think to myself. 

"Do you know how hard I work to keep a roof over your head? Really hard Sapphire, really hard." His icy blue eyes have a shine to them, a different shine, a shine I've never seen before. His pupils are a lot bigger than normal as well.

"Dad I think its time for bed." I say getting up and heading towards the door. He quickly stands up and blocks my way.

"Not so fast, you haven't gotten your punishment yet." He says while his eyes get bigger.

I nod my head and sit back down in my chair, awaiting my punishment. Dad sits down across from me, and takes out two shot glasses and a bottle of some substance.  I look at the front of the glass bottle, 'whiskey' it read, and now my eyes get bigger. He pours the whiskey in both glasses and picks one up. "The other one is yours Sapphire." I scrunch up my nose at the smell. "drink it." He commands, and I do so. The warm substance goes down my throat burning to where I can barely swallow it, but I do succeed and it only took one try. "Good girl." He coos n my ear, the whiskey seeming not to affect him at all.

"Is this my punishment?" I ask and he starts laughing. Maybe the whiskeys making him act like this. I think to myself.