Billie.
"So you think you can just disappear for 2 days and show up here late at night?" My father yelled before my foot even made it into the house.
"I was with Gabbie." I responded plainly. I didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
"I don't want you hanging out with the Gabbie girl, she's a bad influence. Have you seen how she dresses? No doubt that's where you got it from." He scoffed, chugging the last bit of beer from the bottle.
He threw the bottle to the ground, letting out a loud yell, startling me. "Where the fuck is dinner?"
My stomach turned, "I just got in."
"That's no excuse!" He shoved me. "Your mother had dinner ready at 9 pm EVERY night, what do you do?" He spat.
"Well, mom was a chef, all she loved to do was cook. Unlike you who doesn't do shit." I said the last part under my breath.
"What the fuck did you just say?" He attempted to grab my hoodie but instead grabbed a handful of my hair, sending me backwards.
My lip quivered as I realized what happened. My father's misguided attack caused me to fly into the wall, my head slamming against the only framed picture we had of my mom. We stared in silence as the frame fell to the floor, with the glass holding it together breaking into tiny little pieces. You could say each piece was the little bit of sanity my dad and I shared to stay strong for my mom.
"Bil, I.. I'm," He stared down at his shaky hands, "Valeria..." He could only mutter my mom's name, not even an apology to me.. or us, I glanced at her smiling face that i never got to meet- except through this photo.
I guess he noticed the tears welling up in my eyes, one blink and they'd all come flowing down, but I wouldn't let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. He took one more look at me on the ground, an exact replica of his late loving wife, before turning around to storm out of the door, no doubt to see his pals at the bar.
Once I heard the door shut, I let it all out. Sobbing in grief and hurt as my mother had to watch my father finally put his hands on me, after years of flinching and waiting for it to finally happen. It happened mom.
I looked down at my now broken phone and opened it, calling the only person I could think of.
