The Moon And Me {Book1}

[5]Argument

              ~*~7:30 p.m.~*~
I stood in the doorway of the kitchen and stared at the drunk man. Dad sat at the table with several beer bottles surrounding him. His posture was nonexistent as he slouched downward in his chair. Watching him bring another bottle to his lips, I felt absolutely disgusted by him. 

"Amnesty." He slurred. 

Walking through the kitchen I went to the fridge and grabbed out a bottle of water. Slamming the fridge door, he needed to know how angry I was. Turning around I saw his light eyes turn dark. 

"Amnesty." He stood unsteadily. 

Shaking my head I tried to walk away without saying anything to him. As I reached the doorway, Dad grabbed my arm in a tight grasp. My eyes grew wide with shock. 

"I hope you enjoyed your first day of school." He smelled of straight alcohol, "It'll be your last day. You and your sister are not attending another day." Dad slurred as he swayed. 

Pushing his hand off of me, I shook my head. All words were lost to me. I was too angry to properly communicate my feelings towards him. Suddenly the angel on my shoulder took a break and the devil took over, "I hate you." I screamed at him, "All you care about is yourself. Everything revolves around you. Who cares about me and Amethyst?" 

"Amnesty Jae Culver, you will not raise your voice to me." He matched the volume and tone of my voice, "I am the parent. What I say goes." Dad no longer was stuttering or stumbling on his words. 

Everything about him quickly changed. He stood up taller and his eyes darkened out of anger. For the first time I was afraid of my father. Something had clearly changed inside of him and he wasn't who he used to be. 

"You don't own me." I spoke barely above a whisper, "I am not your property. Amethyst isn't your property. We'll do whatever we want to do." 

Pushing on his chest I ran up the stairs to my room once again. Locking my door I laid on my bed and started crying to myself. Hearing footsteps come towards my room I forced myself to shut up. Dad wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing me cry over some stupid words that he said, but probably wouldn't mean tomorrow. 

"Amnesty." Dad sighed, "Blue, I'm sorry. Please open the door and talk to me. I want us to have an open conversation about this." He tapped on my door, "Please open the door or I'll honestly take it down." 

Jumping off of the bed I opened the door and stared at my father. He leaned against the door frame for support and held a beer in his hand. Rolling my eyes I shoved past him and went into the bathroom. Before I could even close the door, Dad stepped in front of it and stared at me with dark eyes. Glaring at him I tried to force the door shut.

"What do you want?" I asked him out of pure annoyance.

Dad shook his head and leaned against the wall. Slowly he began crying like a baby. Unaware of what was actually happening. Backing away slowly, I wasn't actually prepared to comfort my grown father.

"Amnesty, you need to listen to me." Dad pouted like a toddler, "Things aren't like they used to be. You need to hear what I have to say."

Shaking my head I didn't really want to deal with him right now. All I wanted was to go to the bathroom in peace. Pushing on his stomach I attempted to move him out of my way, but only ended up having him fall onto the bathroom floor. With a loud sigh I fell down onto the floor next to him. 

"Blue, is everything okay?" Amethyst called.

Staring at our drunken father I shrugged, "Everything is okay. Just fell. I'm alright though."

Getting on my knees I pulled the beer out of Dad's hand and poured it down the sink. Slapping his face a few times it was clear that he had passed out. Groaning I was struggling to decide whether to leave him there or to bring him to bed.

"Tristan, where are you?" Tanner called from downstairs.

Jumping up I knew that Tanner couldn't see Dad in this state, "You owe me big time, asshole." I whispered pushing him further into the bathroom.

Lifting him as much as I could into the shower I turned on the water before running downstairs. As my foot hit the last step Tanner stepped out with a bottle of beers in his hand. Rolling my eyes I took the case from him and went into the kitchen. Hearing his footsteps follow me brought some relief to me. For tonight there wouldn't be any fighting that I would have to stay up and listen to. 

"Where's your Dad..." He paused, "Kiddo."

Looking at him in disgust I chose not to answer his question since he still didn't take the time to know my name. Bringing the case of beer to the sink I began just pouring each bottle down the drain. Tanner tried talking behind me, but I tuned out his voice. 

"You can leave." I spoke turning towards him, "You don't need to be here right now. Dad isn't feeling very well so he's taking a shower and then is going to bed. I'll have him call you tomorrow morning if that would make you feel better." 

Tanner looked from me to the staircase and then back to me. Rolling my eyes I adjusted my position and just stared at him. Honestly I wasn't in the mood for him right now. If need be though I would force him out of the house. After a few moments Tanner raised his hands in surrender and walked to the front door. Following him, I slammed the door before locking it tightly. Checking all the doors and windows out of habit, I turned off all the lights before heading back upstairs. 

"Okay now you need to be the parent." I spoke opening the bathroom door back up, "Do you understand me?"

Glaring at the man half in the tub he nodded his head, "I understand you, Blue. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk." He slurred his words worse than before, "Thank you, Angel. I hope your Mom sees you now and is smiling." 

"Don't call me Angel." I turned off the water, "I don't like that nickname."

Helping him out of the tub he grabbed my shoulders and made me look at him, "It isn't a nickname. You and your sister are angels sent to change the world for the better. You two are going to make everything better for both the supernatural beings and the humans. Why don't you understand me?"

"Maybe because all I can smell on you right now is alcohol." I choked out, "We need to get you to bed or something." 

Helping him to his bedroom I dumped him down onto his bed and walked out. Going back into the bathroom I finally was able to do what I was going to do before Dad had interrupted me. Standing in front of the mirror above the sink, I was confused on why Dad thought of Amethyst and I as angels. He was the most level-headed person that I know and that was definitely out of character for him. Shoving that out of my head I splashed water on my face before brushing my teeth. 

"He's just crazy drunk." I thought to myself, "Ask him tomorrow and he'll be just as surprised as me."