Lost After Midnight

•I Didn't Kill Him•

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                        ~Adriel's POV~

       "How long have you been in here?" A voice says from the kitchen when I try slipping out the front door. Turning around, I see Mr.Florencio leaning against the counter with his arms cross, Santi beside him, trying to copy his fathers stance.   
    "About two hours," I say. He nods, pressing his lips together in a hard line.
     "I'm trying to decide if I should be best your ass or if you already get enough of that," he says. I look down, chewing on the inside of my cheek. How long as he been here? Did he beat anything? God please be with me if he did. "Ever been hit with a bread roller?"
     "N-no."
    "It hurts," he says. "Really fucking bad. I know where one is in the house. Remember that if ever find the bedroom door closed again when you're here."
"Yes, Sir."
"Can I hit him with the roller?" Santi asks.
••••••••

Just as expected, my dad was sitting on the couch with a beer in hand. He turns his attention to me when the door closes. A sly grin forms on his face. I know that look; it's never good.
"So who was she?" He asks. I ignore him, walking towards the stairs. He shoots up, grabbing my arm. I force it out of his grasp. He smirks. "Someone grow some balls?"
"I've had them," I say.
"Did I shake you up earlier?" My chest rises and falls heavily as I look away from him. If I look at him I will loose it. "All it takes is that little girl?"
"Talk about anything else. Let me know how having me somehow ruined your marriage. Or that I can do better at something I'm already good at," I suggest. He chuckles, licking his lips.
"Tell me, how tight her pussy?" My jaw ticks as my hands clench. "I haven't had a young one in a while. I can only imagine how good should fee-" I shove him hard against the wall. He laughs, straightening up. "How wet-" Once I'm throwing punches I can't stop. Falling back he hits his head on in the side of the table. I catch myself from throwing another punch as blood runs down from his temple.
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     "What happened?" Amor asks as I walk pass her inside. My breathing is rapid from the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Grabbing my arm, she stops me, closing the door with the other. "Talk."
     "I beat the crap out of my dad," I blurt out. Her eyes widen. "He-he hit his head and I stayed for a minute waiting for him to get up, b-but he didn't. I went outside for like ten minutes to see if something would happen and when I went back in, nothing; he was still passed out. I'm not sure if something seriously wrong happened, or if it's just cause he's drunk-"
     "Whose drunk?" Mr.Florencio asks, coming down the stairs. I shut up, looking down at the carpet. "You're practically yelling; I can hear everything."
    "Then why'd you ask?" I ask. He shrugs.
    "Didn't want to be to obvious I was listening," he says. "So you finally lost your shit in your dad?" Amor's eyes widen. "Oh yeah, I know."
    "I can see that," she says.
    "So what do hogwash to do? Hide the body? Burn it? I can get Zurine to hell," he says, tucking his hands in his pockets.
    "I didn't kill him."
    "You don't know that. You didn't stay to see if he woke up," he says. He's not wrong. There's no way I killed him. He might have made my mind a living nightmare and personal hell, but he was my dad, I wouldn't kill him. At least on purpose.

AN: Ugh, this is short and fucking sucks. I'm sorry for not updating yesterday, I was far too busy to find the time to write a chapter. I'll try to update again tonight. I don't think I'll be updating on Sunday. Also, I changed who I have as Adriel, so go check that out.
     Question: What do you think will happen? ALSO! Do you guys want the first chapter of Cold Hearted as a teaser???
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