A month later I woke up to my dad smashing glass and yelling about something...
I practically jumped out of bed and went to see what was going on.
I felt relieved.
Kind of.
He was smashing bottles of alcohol across the walls and screaming
"FUCK,! FUCK,! SHIT,! FUCK!!!"
"IM FUCKING SCREWED, FUCK!!!!!!!"
And another,
SMASH!!!!
"Daddy?" I said in a very quite low voice (Actually hoping he wouldn't hear me)
His head flipped around so fast and I felt his eyes dig into my soul like daggers piercing me, like as if he lit a scorching fire inside of me, his face was red with veins popping out of his forehead and neck...
The anger I felt from him was close enough to the devil himself was rising out of hell.
My body stiffened I felt like I couldn't move like my feet were super glued to the floor.
"What brook!? What the fuck do you want!?"
"I heard all the commotion is everything ok?"
"If it was ok Brooklyn do you think I would be this angry right now?!"
"N..no, sorry for asking can I ask what's wrong?..."
"YOUR SO FUCKING STUPID AND NIEVE! EVERYTHING IS WRONG BROOKLYN! WERE BROKE! WE HAVE NO FUCKING MONEY! WE CANT AFFORD TO LIVE RIGHT NOW!"
"W...what are we going to do dad?..."
"I DONT FUCKING KNOW. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE RIGHT NOW!"
"Dad?"
"WHAT BROOKLYN WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT RIGHT NOW?!"
"Why don't we talk anymore? why cant you talk to me?.. Do you hate me?"
He whipped the bottle towards me smashing against the wall he only missed my head by a inch.
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY!?"
I shuddered into a corner "Yes"
"1. THE ONE PERSON IN MY LIFE I TRULY CARED ABOUT IS DEAD! 2. YOU LOOK PRACTICLY LIKE HER SO ITS HARD TO LOOK AT YOUR FUCKING FACE! 3. I BLAME YOU FOR MAKING HER SICK! SO YES I HATE YOU!"
"O..okay I'm sorry daddy"
I quickly ran back to my room and shut the door behind me...And fell to the floor with my head in my hands, I felt so small, so useless, so nothing , I was scared that he was going to come after me after me and hurt me...
I sat there in my own thoughts, just drowning into them, thinking what was so wrong with me? Was it my fault? Was I that horrible? How could this happen?
He was so loving and caring before she died, he was a amazing father and now, now he is something I don't even recognize anymore a monster.
I couldn't stop my brain from racing.
About a hour or so has passed and everything went silent, a peaceful silence, I would assume he calmed down and went to his room.
Around 5pm there was a knock at the door.
My dad didn't answer it.
Knock again.
"BROOK GET THE FUCKING DOOR!" He yelled from his room annoyed, drunk and groggy.
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Fallen angel
Mystery / ThrillerSTILL EDITING. WARNING! (Adult Content) (FICTION) (STOMICH TURNING) (18 PLUS) (SEXUAL CONTENT) DONT READ IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMICH OR YOUR UNDER 18 OR HAVE EASY TRIGGERS I DONT NEED TO BE BANNED THANKS. ANY BULLSHIT JUDGMENT OF THE SEXUAL CONTE...
