Wait...... What?!

Chapter 10

I walked into the closet, wrapped in a towel, to pick out an outfit for tonight. I was thinking something sexy, but comfortable. No dresses. I could go with my signature crop top with some kind of jean bottoms, but that was getting old.

I put on a matching bra and pantie set before picking out what I would wear. I slid on a pair of black booty shorts that were ripped up a bit in the front. Then I picked out a slightly baggy red lace shirt, which I put on over a black tank top. Once the main items were on, I grabbed a pair of thigh high socks to put on later before returning to the bathroom.

I rubbed my hair down with my towel, getting most of the water out of it. I grabbed my mousse, which I filled my hand with before putting it into my thick hair. It took a while to cover everything, but it turned my hair into small waves. I shook my hair around a bit with my hand before tending to makeup. 

I didn't want to put a lot on because I didn't want my dad to think something was up, so I stuck to the basics. I filled in my brows before adding a little eye liner with a bunch of mascara.

I always wore mascara, so I knew for sure that Dad wouldn't think it was weird for me to have it on, but I made sure to keep the eye liner as light as possible. Satisfied with my makeup, I laid back down on the bed to check the time. It was going on 8 already, so I had to leave soon.

I re-entered the closet, grabbing my combat boots and throwing them out onto my bed before grabbing a baggy pair of pajama pants and a baggy pajama shirt. I slid them on over my outfit before going back out to my bed, stuffing the socks and boots into my larger purse. I zipped up the bag before throwing it out the window into the back yard. I shut the window, grabbing my phone and the napkin, I went down stairs to my father, who had just finished dinner. 

"Hungry?" He asked, handing me a plate of food.

"Of course," I smiled. I went into the living room and sat on the couch, which was the only chair we had brought for now. Dad followed soon after, with his plate in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.

I gave him a suspicious eye before saying, "Since when do you drink?"

"Since now," He stated, taking a swig of the alcohol. 

I knew my father. And he was one of those people against drinking, especially around people that were under age. I don't think he had ever actually been drunk since his high school days, which were long passed. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, turning to him.

"Violet, give me a break. Your mother was the love of my loss, and her death hit me like a bus," He admitted, taking a larger gulp of the beer.

I sighed turning back to my food. By the time I was finished, Dad had already gone through four beers and was about to go onto his fifth. I watched him wobble into the kitchen to grab one from the fridge.

"You know, Violet," He said, "I used to drink all the time. Your mother and I were the at the top of the high school. There wasn't one party that we didn't go to, and if we didn't go, most people didn't either. We were literally," He stopped again, swallowing a bite of food, "the life of the party."

"I see where I get it from," I laughed, going to put my plate away. I stood in the kitchen, grabbing my phone and the napkin. I punched Jimmy's number in and sent him a short text saying 'leaving soon, just gotta get away from my dad.' While I was on it, I punched his address into my GPS, getting it set up for when I got away.

I turned to go back into the living room when I realized my dad had passed out. I groaned, walking over to him and shaking him awake.

"Dad, come on, time for bed," I said, pulling his arm until he got up.