Intoxicating Love

Chapter 4: Skipping School or Skipping Life?

I woke up at 6:15 like I do everyday for a normal school day, I brushed my teeth as I tried to sing a song by the beatles, but half of the lyrics slipped my mind and I dropped my toothbrush on the bathroom floor in the process, so that was a great way to start my Wednesday morning. I threw on my pink floyd sweater, a pair of black ripped jeans, and a grey pair of chuck taylors. I brushed my hair and put it in a messy top knot letting little strains of my pink colored hair fall from the bun and headed down the stairs; almost forgetting my glasses. Wouldn't that have been something? I go out with the guy who I have had a crush on for as long as I can remember, I forget my glasses, and trip over my own feet. (I wish that is what had happened instead of what is instore for me)  I looked to the red couch which sits in the living room and there lays dad, like usual, passed out. I quietly let myself out of the door and locked it behind me. I walked down to the end of our street and it was 6:45 and Liam was already there. "Hi! Paris! Looking lovely so early this morning" I looked at him and I couldn't help, but smile "Liam, we promised to only be friends right now, for both of our sakes" he smiled back at me "You are right Paris, let's go!" I jumped on the bike and followed behind him. It was one of the most beautiful days in the town of Milesville I had seen in a long time, maybe it was because I was riding bikes with my crush, or maybe it was because it wasn't 20 degrees outside like it usually is. We head for the library talking about everything that you can possibly think of until we make it to the last block before we reach the library off the corner of main street, but before I knew it I heard the sound of a car horn blasting in my ear as Liam looks back at me in horror. "PARIS! PARIS! ARE YOU OKAY? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" My vision is blurry as I lay on the burning concrete as blood flows from my ear as a drunk driver as ran off the road. I am not sure what has happened, maybe I ran onto the wrong side of the road? Maybe the driver ran onto the curve? All I know is that I cannot move, I am numb, and I do not have the ability to form words out of my mouth, All I can hear are the muffled sounds of people conversing hover over me, along with the sound of sirens, and worst of all I hear the sound of my dad slurring his words. "Hello? Hello?  What happened? Why is my daughter on the ground?" A paramedic responds to him in fear "Sir, your daughter has been hit by the car, we are doing everything we can." "Wha... whatttttt?" And he begins to laugh as he is intoxicated. The sound of his laughter rings in my ear like a thousand bells trying to escape my fucked up head, as my eyesight begins to worsen, a tear falls from my eye as everything goes black as I have realized that my own drunken father has hit his own daughter three blocks from their house.
        I mean I guess I could have seen it coming, drunken father owns a car, but he never drives it because he is always too intoxicated. I guess today that changed. I don't remember much after I blacked out, I could hear the faint sound of sirens and the muffled noise of strangers conversing over what felt like my dead and weakened body. There was only one thing that stirred clear in my mind that Wednesday morning. I was nine, mom and dad were happily married with only one worry in the world, to keep their precious daughter from falling and scraping her knee. We were at Penny Park which is about four blocks down the road, one block further from where I got hit. Dad had packed us an amazing lunch, sandwiches cut in triangles, with apple juice, and peach slices! (Okay, an amazing lunch for an nine year old.) Mom was singing "Patience" by Guns N' Roses, like she does every single time we would get in the car. My mom was always a Guns fanatic. She went to every concert that came in 500 miles from us and she swore she would meet Axl Rose one day and crowd surf, but sadly cancer took that away before she even had the chance, but my dad on the other hand was laid back and preferred a saxophone to sweet jazz, rather than an electric guitar. We got out of the car at Penny Park and I could still hear my mom humming the last line in "Patience." 'Just a little patience is all you need,' my mom sang that until the day she breathed her last breath in the saints memorial hospital, but that is a story for later. Anyway Dad took me by the hand and lead me up the hill to the brown, old, rusted picnic table, to me it was the perfect place. We sat there and ate our sandwiches, and dad told me make believe stories of fairies, dragons, and princess', but soon we came to find out mom would be diagnosed with cancer that following night as she went to stand up and passed out right in the middle of the park. I could hear dad screaming, and I did not know what to think, damn I was only nine. Dad took my hand as he called 911 assuring me that my mom was okay, but who knew that 9 years later cancer would finally devour all that was left of my beautiful mother, and I would be attending her funeral at the age of eighteen, and a year after that my father would become such an alcoholic he hit his own daughter driving down the road in clear daylight.
         I finally woke up at God knows what time, I hear the sound of beeping from medical machine (I don't know what it is called, I am not a damn doctor.) I have a splitting headache and when I finally open my eyes, there he is sitting in the chair finally passed out as if he has not slept in days. He stayed for me, even after this. You thought I was going to say my father, weren't you? You thought this was going to be the mushy part in this book where the father and daughter make up and they live happily ever after, but you thought wrong. It was Liam, and my nurse, I am assuming? Janie walked in and told me that my father fled after the accident and no one can get in touch with him, the police have already searched our house. Go figure, my dad would be the one to leave the scene after he hit his own daughter, I can see it on the news now. I look up as Janie continues to talk. "Sweetie, the police are doing the best they can to find your dad, but you have a pretty sweet boyfriend, he hasn't shut up about you for the past two days and he hasn't even gone home to take a shower." Before I even had time to think the words flew out of my mouth like a child letting go of balloon, "Yeah he is." By that time, Liam has woken up with the cutest sleepy smile I have ever seen on a human, "Yeah I am a pretty great boyfriend." He begins to laugh as he hugs me, Janie lets herself out of the room letting me know she will be back in 15 minutes to get some blood work. As Janie walks out Liam's face begins to sadden and I know whatever is about to come out of his mouth is not going to be good. "I am such an idiot! I should have never asked you to skip school, we should have went after, I screw up everything! I AM SO SORRY." At the moment it was clear to me that what Liam wasn't feeling hate for my dad, rather for himself. He was blaming himself for the cause of they accident and I don't know how to feel about that.

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