Teaching The Bad Boy Ballet (Rewrite)

(5) PHOENIX

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My past few nights have been worse than before. Mom keeps coming home drunk and hitting my father. He keeps having cuts and bruises appear. No one would believe him if he told.

I walk into Candice room as I hear screaming coming from downstairs. That came from my mother and the voice of my father trying to calm her down. Candice begins to sob from the yells and I crawled into the bed beside her. I engulfed her into a hug and brush her brown her as it cascade down her shoulder. Candice was asleep in my arms when I hear things being thrown around in my room. I lay her down gently then walked to my bedroom to see my mother.

"What the hell are you doing? Get out," I snarled at her looking at what used to be my mother.

"Where is it?" She mumbles looking through my drawers.

"Where is what?" I snapped walking over to my dresser and pushing my drawer closed.

"The heroine. I know you have it," I glanced at her in shock. I was oblivious that she knew about my addiction.

"I don't do that drug. Now get out," I pushed her away from my dresser and she fell onto the floor. My mother scurried to under the bed and see a needle.

"Mom, st-" I was cut off by her injecting the heroine in herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she let out a sigh. My father came through the door and saw my needle in my mom's arm.

"Everett, what is that?" His voice trembled from shock and I couldn't look my father in the eye. "I thought you stopped." I shake my head and he looked at me in disappointment.

"I'm sor-" I was cut off by his harsh tone.

"Sorry, doesn't fix everything Everett. Kate get in the bedroom, please." His eyes looked at my mother on the floor. She struggled to get up but soon stumbled into the door and my father.

"Dad." I plead ignoring my mother's mumbles.

"We'll talk about this in the morning," He says his tone laced with disappointment. My dad shuts the door and my eyes begin to water. My lip trembled and I began to sob.

I lost my father's trust yet again.

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"Good Morning," My father says taking a sip from his coffee. Yet, a black eye this time from the night before.

"Good Morning," I grumbled under my breath, "Did she hit you again?"

"Didn't hurt that much. Why are you back on it?" His tone made me look down in shame.

"Because...." I trailed off unsure if I should tell him.

"Because what?" He waits for me to finish and my lip began to tremble.

"Dad, I'm stressed. Okay? I'm stressed out about mom and school. Everyone at school thinks I'm this big powerful person at school but I'm not." My voice began to quiver and tears started streaming down my face, "I don't want to tell people that my dad is getting fucking abused by my mom. So I do drugs to relax me. I EVEN WENT BACK TO FUCKING BALLET, DAD! That's my only escape." My voice broke at the end and I couldn't look at my father anymore.

"I'm sorry, Everett." He engulfs me in a hug and I cried for the life of me. "I mean your mother can't help it."

"Dad, you are creating more excuses for her." I sigh walking away from him to pour me a bowl of cereal.

"She's my wife, Everett."

"A wife who abuses you. Dad, that's not okay."

"Everett what can I do?"