Miles Away (an Aaron Carpenter Fanfiction)

Chapter 2.

"Rissa, get your ass out of bed and help me clean this fucking mess you made." Every morning starts the same. Either a lecture or I'm asked to do something. I've gotten used to it after 9 years of living with him. "Coming!" I yelled.

I walked into the kitchen, shocked. How does one man make such a mess? Bottles both empty and broken lay on the floor, spilled liquids, and dirty laundry litter the apartment. I look at the calendar on the fridge, realizing it's Sunday. Tomorrow is school, meaning I get a break from this hellhole.

"What took you so long?" he looks at me. His eyes are still bloodshot, staring me down. A stained white tank top and torn jeans suit his messy hair. His small beard is messily trimmed, giving his an insane look.

"I-I came in as fast as I could father," I try to say without showing him fear. It doesn't work. He hits me hard in the face, sending me falling down. A hard kick in the side is followed. "Next time, be faster," he growls. I lay on the ground, showing no movement until he leaves. After what seems like hours, he walks away into his room, slamming the door behind him.

I start sobbing quietly, picking myself up off the ground. Always has it been like this. He always wins, and I'm left hurt. Never will I say I love him again, and neither will he.

Many times I've been told before I'm living such a depressing life. But what am I supposed to do about it? I can't help what happens in my life. It's just thrown at us. We can only prepare for the worst. But sometimes the worst isn't what we thought it would be.

I grab a couple trash bags from under the sink and start picking up glass shards. Ever since he and my mother hit a divorce, he's never been the same. Awakening at nights screaming from nightmares, his drinking obsession, and his cruelty towards me. His eyes have lost the softness a father would have when he sees his child. The only eyes I see are bloodshot, and distant, like he's lost.

The first bag is already full with bottles and glass, so I use the other for trash scattered everywhere. How one man manages to make such a mess, I will never understand. Nor will I understand why he treats me like I'm his worst nightmare.

When I'm finished, the place looks less like a dumpster. I wish more than anything that one day I'll get out of this place.

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A/N- why is it so hard to make chapters long >.> I'm trying my best for my first fanfic. Don't worry, Aaron is making an appearance soon(;

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