❄️ Chapter 2 ❄️

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He begins to search the fridge for something to quench his 'thirst'. He slams the fridge, frustration radiating off of his body.

"Why don't you sit and eat," my mum suggests with a tad of unease.

"I'm not hungry...and if I was why would I eat that shit!" he shouts.

Wow, okay I get your mad but don't be hating on my pineapple delicacy.

I role my eyes earning myself a glare from my dad. His eyes glow once he finally finds some alcohol.

It's transparent, mimicking water in every way, apart from the taste and what it does to someone.

I scoff under my breath at him as he downs the bottle. Unfortunately, he hears me. I gulp as we make eye contact, his eyes intimidating mine. His eyes are red and glassy from the alcohol.

"You have something you wanna say?!" he scowls

Maybe I should say something. Give him a piece of my mind. He can't just walk in here after not seeing us all day and drink more alcohol. He says he'll quit but I'm not holding my breath.

He always gets this way in February. It's a hard time for all of us, but you don't see me downing a bottle of alcohol.

"I just wish you would sit down and eat with your family for once, just once! Is that so God damn hard?!" I yell, losing my temper.

The room falls silent. My breathing speeds up making me breathe heavily.

By this time I'm standing up from my chair. His reaction surprises me, he doesn't look mad. He just walks out of the kitchen without saying a word.

His office door slams shut. The sound echoing throughout the house.

"I hope you're happy" my mum walks passed me going after my dad. I'm left standing alone in the kitchen feeling like crap.

She always goes after him whenever he gets pissed of. Leaving me by myself to process what he does.

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