Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 1

I felt the sudden grasp of hands on my shoulders, shaking me awake, I jolted up to see my dad looking over my sleepy appearance. His hair was stood up in every which way, patches of gray spotted his hair. His eyes were bloodshot and crazed, and he had a look deep in his eyes, which made me nervous. He had a rough and uneven stubble, he reeked of the damp smell of cigarettes, with the stench of alcohol wafting around him like a cloud.
"Get up right now," he growled.
"What day is it?" I sat up glancing at my alarm clock.
My bed creaked and groaned as I sat up. This bed was probably older than me. Ever since my mom walked out on us my dad had trouble making money, hence the creaky gross bed.

My dad and I were barely getting along, we lived down in the dumps of Los Angeles. I looked outside my window to see someone had graffitied some vulgar language on the neighboring building. The street art was vibrant and fresh, and you could tell it had just been sprayed in the last few days. Although I knew eventually the bright colors would fade into the grungy brick walls.

"Dad, what day is it?" I repeated, my patience shrinking.

"I don't know," He mumbled looking around, as if he didn't recognize the apartment around him.

I sighed and checked my phone. I had an old iPhone, which I often called the caveman phone. I had bought it myself using some money from minor acting and modeling jobs. My dad had the occasional job, except he would often get fired, which didn't exactly provide a steady income.

"It's Sunday?!" I screeched and he blinked rubbing his forehead, and cringing in pain at my sudden outburst.

"So what?" he grumbled.

"My audition is today! Why would you let me forget?" I let out an exasperated sigh and rushed to put myself together.

My dad wandered around aimlessly, mostly staring at himself in the mirror.

I scrambled to find a shirt that didn't have some mysterious stain or odd smell. I found a plain black tank top, it was low cut which exposed my cleavage, but the best I had. I sprayed it with febreeze until I couldn't smell anything but the overly fresh smell of the febreeze. I simply tied up my hair, in a swift ponytail, and rustled through my drawers to find some makeup. I normally didn't wear makeup, but I had to look my best. I could only find some basic makeup, and I clumsily applied some eyeliner, before gingerly swiping on some mascara.

I grabbed my dads car keys quickly, hoping to escape his notice. I was about to head out the door when he grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?" His face had anger written all over it.

"I told you, I'm going to my audition," I yanked my hand out of his grip. His face twisted up in an angry pout.

"Who the fuck said you could go to that?" He growled slamming his fist against the wall, the dog from the room next door, barked in an angry response.

"Dad, this could get us money, just let me be," I hissed.

He yanked my arm towards him so that his face was a few inches from mine. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I begun to breathe through my nose to avoid breathing in the putrid smell.

"You better be home tonight," he growled before shoving me out the door and slamming the door behind me.

I sighed and rubbed my arm, which showed white marks where my dad had gripped my skin.

In the hallway Wes was leaning against the wall, smoking. He had been my neighbor for as long as I had lived here. His mom worked hard, with multiple jobs. Meanwhile his dad was like mine, and they often went out drinking together. They also usually stumbled home drunk around the same time. I waved to him quickly.