Sally's 30 day writing challenge

Day 9: The Father

Reading warning:
Sexual abuse is used in this story. And sorry its so messed up it just is what came to my head first.

"HEY DAD I'M HOME!" Alissa slams the door open then walks through.
"You don't need to yell honey I'm right here." Fred walks up to Alissa smiling. "do you wanna grab some food?"
"No thank you I think I need... some rest," Alissa says trying not to raise her left eyebrow a sign of lying.
"Ok," he says still smiling.
Alissa walks up the staircase that sits directly across from the front door. She stops suddenly on the first step soon  turning around to be six centimeters apart. Face to face Alissa opens her mouth but nothing comes out, she try's again "I want just be to alone." The words come out this time but not in the right order. She takes in a deep breath and thinks about what she is going to say before she speaks. "I just want to be alone, please."
"But do you really," he leans in to kiss her, like he does every day after school. But before he could still a kiss, Alissa puts her skinny little hand up to her mouth blocking the kiss, "Do you really want to do that hon. I have just missed you so much." Fred pulls her hand away from her mouth making her kiss him. He slowly lowers his hand down her back.
"Stop... Stop... Just fucking stop!" Alissa pulls away from the short but sloppy kiss. "Your fucking drunk you can't do this to me... Not again. Just like always I don't give permission... I will never give you permission you fat fucking drunk." Alissa storms up the stairs trying to get away from her sick dad, and trying not to cry in front of him, trying not to make herself week.
"Don't go. We just got started." Fred reaches out to grab her, but misses as he stumbles up the stairs.

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Alissa sits on her bed tears running down her face. The door locked and Fred banging at the door, he has been there for at least twenty five minutes now. Alissa picks up her flip phone and begins to dial the one number that she knows off by hart.
"0416985724" she whispers softly to herself, pressing call after.
"Hello Nates phone."
"Y... your not Nate," Alissa whispers. trying to pull herself together.
"No I'm Nates girlfriend. May i ask who you are ringing my boyfriend?" girl on the phone asks, as confused as Alissa is right now.
"I'm Alissa... but... I... um... need to... speak to Nate please."
"Why?" The girl questioned.
"Just let me speak to Nate," Alissa loudly whispers. "Please." She calms her voice down the smallest bit.
"Um... hang on a sec he is in the shower right now." She says getting annoyed by Alissa. "NATE HON,  YOUR PHONE!" Her yells sounded muffled like she was covering the microphone. Alissa felt a sharp pain right in her chest when the words hon came out of her mouth.
"Who is it?" Nate asked.
"Um... a girl named... Um." She uncovered the mic and asks. "What's your name again? sorry."
"Alissa... just hand the phone over I know he is there." Alissa still try's to keep to a whisper.
The mic gets covered once again "its ah Alissa," she answers.
"Oh... fuck... give me the phone," Nate says grabbing the phone off of his girlfriend. "Alissa I'm so sorry did I miss a call or something." Nate looks at the time and date on his phone as he walks out of his room. "It's only Tuesday didn't we have planed a call on Wednesday."
"I... I can't handle this shit any more." Tears begin to form in her eyes.
"Oh fuck what did he do to this time."
"Not much to be honest... but he is drunk this time... fucking drunk."
"Ok... Ok... don't panic I'm on my way," He says, walking back through his bedroom door. Nate lowers his phone to his waist. "I'm sorry I need to go." He kisses Betty on the cheek and leaves raising his phone back up to his ear. "I'm coming"