It's been a couple of weeks since the day I went to the beach with Rebecca, Michael, and his friends. School has been normal and boring as usual, the rumor about me sleeping with someone on the football team isn't going around anymore and everything has been good I guess. Besides the fact that Cole is sick and I have to take his homework cuz he has the flu. But his house isn't far away from mine it's only a couples of minutes away.
As the school day was over I went to coles place to drop his homework off. I got there and rang the door bell.
No answer.
I knocked this time the heard some shuffling and a weak voice say "I'm coming."
A minute later Cole opened the door shirtless with sweatpants and a blanket covering his back.
"Um....hi there." I managed to say trying not to look at his not so bad body.
"Hi. You can come in if you like it's pretty cold outside." He said with a cough.
"Ok, sure."
We chatted a little and talked about what was going on at school. An hour later we started to do homework. I got a text from my mom. She wanted to know were I was, I told her I was at a friends house and that I should be home by dinner.
After the hour passed I walked home and listened to music as I walked for 5 mins.
When I was about to open the door to my house I heard some screaming and yelling going on inside. Then I heard some things drop on the floor. The talking/yelling sounded like my parents. I went to the backyard and saw Michael and Mia sitting on the chairs. Michael was hugging Mia as she cried. I walked over.
"What happened??"
Michael took a deep breath before answering me.
"Dad lost his job, and also he's drunk and now there fighting."
"Well obviously there fighting Michael! But why did dad get fired?!?"
"I don't know yet Meli. But we will know soon."
I took a seat next to them and held Mia giving Michael an arm break.
After 20 mins Michael went inside to see if everything was calmed out. I followed a couple mins later to see what happened, but as I walked in the kitchen I saw beer bottles on the floor and broken glass. I looked to she were Michael was but couldn't find him. I went to the living room and saw my dad sitting on the couch sleeping. I ran upstairs holding Mia and looked in all the rooms then the bathrooms. As I opened the bathroom that the guest use I saw Michael hugging my mom. I couldn't speak, then I saw the bandaids and cotton balls and rubbing alcohol on the counter. I put Mia down and went up to my mom. When I saw her she had a huge bruise on her cheek and a huge cut on her arm and leg. My eyes started to water up and I began to cry.
'How could my father do such a horrible thing'
I hugged my mom as I was questioning my own dad about him. It's like I didn't know him anymore. It's as if he turned into a different person. I was scared of my own father now. I couldn't trust him if he hurt my mom, THAT JUST WASNT RIGHT!!!
I kept hugging my mom as she cried on my shoulder. Mia was watching the whole thing, Michael took her to her room and read her a book then came back to comfort our mom.
"I-I'm fine now kids. L-Let's go get r-ready for bed." My mom said almost falling as she stood up. Michael and I helped her to her room.
After we knew she was asleep and fine we checked on our father to see if he was asleep. He was still on the couch with an opened beer can in his hand. A tear rolled down my cheek as I saw my dad.
After a minute or so Michael went back to his room and so did I.
