Running Again

Chapter 1 The First Night Home

It was almost two am when my father stormed through the door. Stumbling over the coffee table and smashing onto the couch he hollered my name at the top of his lungs.
"Joe you slut get down here and get me a beer!"
I sat on my bed and waited for him to yell again. I knew if I didn't answer soon he would burst through the door and begin to beat me. He had a short temper and sometimes it was too short.
"Get down here now! Or I'll give that ugly face of yours another bruise!" He slammed an empty beer bottle on the floor becoming angry.

I could feel the tension rising in the house. I felt as if I had no choice but to please him so much he passed out until the next night he returned him from the bar.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door slowly and began walking down the stairs. As I entered the living room he was laying on the couch holding a bottle staring at me. The look on his face showed great anger. Walking towards the fridge I grabbed the whole pack feeling his eyes watch me as I move.

"Would you like me to go get you some more soon papa?" I asked in a soothing voice as I brought the package of beer to him setting it down on the floor next to his feet.

He said nothing but stared at me.
I turned and grabbed a twenty off the coffee table heading towards the door. I could feel my face heating up as he watched me. I knew I would be punished when I came back for taking so long to come downstairs. Opening the door I stopped and looked back at him before leaving. He nodded and turned to the TV grabbing a beer and began chugging it down.

*At the gas station 10 mins away*
I walked in through the front door and smiled slightly at Tammy. She smiled weakly back and walked to the back to grab the pack of beer for me that I picked up daily. I used my bangs to cover up my eye as much as possible. She rang me up and took the twenty from me. As I grabbed the beer she stopped me.
"Joe you don't have to do this anymore. Come live with me for awhile.." Tammy trailed off into silence and looked at me hard with a sad look.
"We both know papa won't let that happen any time soon...Not with Ma gone so much."
Tammy sighed knowing I was right and nodded. I told her goodnight and began my walk home with the beer in my hands.

As I walked memories flashed of when I was younger. I remembered when my father didn't drink a single drop a day. He used to take me to the park and push me on the swing. He would sing me to sleep every night before tucking me in after a long day. I missed those days more than anything. I just didn't understand where it went all wrong. My mother would cook massive meals for us. She would host holiday parties and spent time shopping with me. Now it was as if she never even existed. She was never around anymore, not even on Christmas or my birthday. She just disappeared over time.

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