Everything Stays: In the Future

Homestead

After spending the day with her friends, Opal rushed herself back inside and closed the door behind her, locking it. It's not that she didn't enjoy spending time with her friends, far from it. Heck, she liked going to school than staying in that house. She walked past the foyer and into a small hallway that led further down throughout the house. Opal looked out to the backyard and saw the same thing in the front. Overgrown grass, a few pieces of trash in the back. She then saw the letters from the city. HOA. Others.

If she was being truthful, she knew her father wouldn't be doing crap around that house. He never did. She walked over and into the living room and saw him asleep once again, passed out more or less on the couch. She saw the bottles of alcohol all around him and sighed to herself before she left the room. She then walked through the hallways of the house and stopped and saw a photo on the wall.

It was her mother and father before she was born. She looked almost liked her mother but had her father's hair color and facial features. Well, head shape at least. She then heard a bottle drop and someone stir awake and rolled off the couch and punched the ground. She ran into the room and saw her father was waking up.

Opal: Dad? Dad, you ok?

Opal's Father: Uh? Oh, wh-what do you want, girl?

Opal: Just making sure you were ok.

Opal's Father: (Drunkenly) Fuck you, wrench! I'm just...perfect!

Opal: Oh...kay. Well, it's late. I'm going to call it a night. See ya.

Opal's Father: Want a good night's kiss!

Opal's eyes widen and she began to slowly back away from the room and back to the stairs.

Opal: I'm good dad, really. Thanks.

Opal's Father: You look just like your mother. God, I'd hit that again. And it will be even tighter than before!

Opal's eyes widen and she quickly runs up the stairs while her father attempts to grab her shirt. She makes it up the steps and runs into her room and slams the door closed. Her father began to bang on the door and force his way inside her room. Opal was slowly begin pushed back further into her room. She then glanced back and saw her weapon sitting next to her bed.

Opal took a deep breath and rolled backwards and grabbed her mace as her father drunkenly dashed into the room. Opal slammed her mace against her father's chin and he goes flying back into the hallway. She stopped once she saw the blood slowly drip out of his chin. She slowly made her way outside, having some hope that hit knocked sense into him.

Opal: Dad? Dad...are you-

Opal's father lunched forward and grabbed Opal's arm and threw her onto the ground and forced her arm behind her back as he leaned down and next to her face as she struggled to get out.

Opal's Father: You listen to me, little girl. You get back into that room and just shut the hell up! I have work tomorrow and so do you! Whether that be school or...something else. And it had BETTER be worth my while!

Opal's father got up and dragged Opal back into her bedroom and threw the girl inside and slammed the door on her face. Opal's father walked off and grabbed another bottle of alcohol and began to drink again. Opal reached to her back and rubbed where the wall connected with her head. She sighed to herself and got back onto her bed and curled up onto the bed. She grabbed her pillow and hugged it tightly.

A few tears began to fall from her eyes as she let her life settle in. After a few hours of crying a bit more, she cried herself to sleep and woke up early the following morning. She yawned and got out of bed and noticed her father had left her alone home. She sighed to herself in relief and began to work on some homework here and there. Algebra was the hardest of course. History was good, english was a hit or miss.

Regardless, she tried to focus on her work. It wasn't too long until she finished and then the mail came in for the day. Opal saw that bills were overdue, and again more and more issues that her father refused to deal with. He's been like this for as long as she could remember. She couldn't remember when her mother walked out on them. But that was a definitely when her father began to drink...well, drink more. At least she could assume. The entire house smelled of alcohol and this was the only picture of her mother not smashed.

Opal walked out back and looked at her yard. She had no idea how her father kept the money to stay in this house for as long as they did. This was the typical suburban house and yet, her father was a drunk, their electric and water was about to go. And yet, no one reported anything to child services. Maybe it was because her father was an alcoholic nitwit who was abusive physically and sexually and threaten anyone who got onto his property while he was awake. Opal sighed again and walked back inside.

She just glanced around the entire house and realized how much her life sucked compared to her friends. Amber had a loving mother AND father. Sapphire was rich! Kelly got personal time with her mother while still getting called by her father on a weekly basis despite the aboard trip. And here was Opal...struggling to get by with her drunk dad.

Then thoughts of Amber's great-uncle settled in. He was also a drunk. But why did he get to care about his nieces, great niece and nephew and...Opal threw her school bag across the room and her school supplies scatter across the room. She panted a bit, still full of rage and anger. Opal hated her life. Still...she calmed down and began to breath again. She calmed down and sat back down on a seat within the kitchen.

Opal slowly began to cry again. However, a small clock on her wall went off and Opal's head shot up. Her father would be home within a few short minutes. She quickly ran over and began to pack her bags back up and bring it back to its seat. She then began to clean some of the house but before she could finish, the door open and something slammed against the wooden door after it closed.

Opal's Father: So...did you finish everything today?

Opal: I...I finished my homework. And got some cleaning done.

Opal's Father: Some? SOME?!

Opal: Dad, I swear! I tried, but-

Opal's father slowly began to walk up to Opal. She sees her mace and runs over to it and grabs it and holds it up to her father. He whacks it out of her hand and grabs Opal and pulls on her hair.

Opal: Dad..please! Please, I don't want this! Dad!

Opal's Father: You know what I want you to call me! SAY IT!

Opal: Daddy! Please! Please, stop!

Opal's Father: That's my girl. Now...for my fun.

Opal screamed as her father had her way with her.