SEVEN

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i get out of bed and pick up the glass niknak that Ethan gave me and rub my fingers against it. the morning after he smashed it i hot glued every broken piece of glass together until the angle was as good as new. i look at it and sigh. i place it on my desk and try not to think about the story behind it.

BANG

BANG 

BANG

What the hell? whos banging on the door like that? I make my way down stairs and when i get to the door i don't check who it is i just open the door. my father stands there smelling like beer and cigarettes. hes leaning back and forth. He looks down at me and frowns. 

"Get out of my way Victoria, I can't deal with your bullshit today." he says to me. Because my mother and i look so much alike my father sometimes gets confused between my mother and i when he's drunk. i do as i'm told and open the door farther.  it's not even eleven yet and he's already drunk. My father passes me his coat and i'm wondering where my mother is. 

"Vikki i love you alot, i want to have a family with you." hes says look at the tv while opening up a beer. at least i know he still has a heart. 

"of course Steve. someday we will." i do look exactly like my mother when she was my age. my mother had me when she was 19. just hopefully i don't fall in love with someone like my father, an abusive ass.  

"You always say that. 'Someday steve..... oh maybe another time' It's because of that dave guy! you like him! that's why you don't want to fully love me! because you love him!" he yells at me throwing the beer bottle at me, thankfully it misses my head. i stay where i am because i don't want him to yell more. he gets up off his recliner and moves my way. 

"Victoria, i will hurt you the next tie your with him. I WIll!" he yells at me and lifts his hand up as if he's going to hit me but then he places it on my cheek.i want to yell out. 'Dad it's me!' but i cant my voice seems to have left my throat. I move my cheek away from his hand and its when he lifts it a second time i know exactly what's coming my way. A painful sting hits my cheek and i can hear my father's footsteps travel down the hall and into my parents bedroom.i hold my cheek with both of my hands and a silent tear. who the hell is dave? and why is my father so upset about him still? 

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