The Bee (A Pretty In Pink Fanfic)

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That evening, I got home from school to Dad on his recliner. He was clearly drunk.

"Bea how was school?"

"It was ok. Same old shit."

He smiled.

"Everything ok Dad?"

"Everything is just fine baby."

"Are you drunk?"

"I guess so."

"Daddy I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you too."

I sat on the couch across from him.

"I got a confession to make."

"You have a drinking problem."

He nodded.

"I just can't take the thought of living without your mother anymore. It just soothes me to drink."

"I do not want to live with a parent who wastes money on alcohol more than the needs of the household. You need to stop drinking."

"I've been depressed for six years."

"There's gotta be something else to help you other than drowning in beer."

He shook his head.

"Dad please, you need help. You need to see a therapist."

"All they do is put me on medication!"

"You been to therapy before!?"

"Yeah, I tried, I really tried to get better."

"Well try again, maybe a different therapist."

"No. I keep trying to seek help but it doesn't solve anything."

"But still you need help."

I started walking to the phone.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!" He screamed.

He pushed me down.

"Get away from that phone!"

I was on the floor with tears in my eyes. He just looked at me with a blank drunken stare. I stood up and walked to my room. I got a plastic bag and packed a few changes of clothes. I even wanted to take my shoe box with me, put it in a secret compartment in my backpack. I walked back downstairs. Dad walked to me and tried to hug me.

"Get off me you fucking drunk!"

I walked out the door and on my motorcycle.