"Well fuck you too then, I said." My father slurred, sending a spray of spit onto the counter in front of him.
All his friends snicker, holding up their beers. He holds up his too and shakes it around, accidentally pouring some over my head, awakening me from my trance.
I hate it when he drinks.
He really is a nice guy, despite from his drinking problem.
I tread out of the kitchen and into my room. Slipping into my underwear, I slide into my bathroom and examine my face. Beer dripped down my cheeks and soaked my clothes.
Sighing, I take off my clothes and step into the shower.
Once I was done, I pull on some jeans and a t-shirt and stroll into the kitchen. Expecting to see every one passed out on the floor.
Yep.
My dad and his friends were all sprawled out on the living room carpet, drinks still in their hands.
Having seen enough, I walk back to my room. Popping a sleeping pill in my mouth and downing it with water, I jump into bed and fall asleep.
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Next chapter will come out 2/3-4/18
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No Rain, No Flowers
RomanceAs I write, I strive to be original. As a romance writer, I find it kind of hard not to put some cutesy bullshit into my stories. I'm sure you all know how most romance stories are. Damsel in distress is heroically saved by some hot dude who probab...
