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03 - I'm Edward Cullen Without The Sparkle!

 03 - I'm Edward Cullen Without The Sparkle!

        "Your dad's at a bar again?" Jess gapes in horror. "Isn't this the third time this week?"

        When I found out he was at the bar and not getting drunk with his friends I had to call Jess, I can't get him out by myself, he is a violent drunk — not that he has ever done anything to me or anything, but he gets aggressive.

        "It is." I sigh, even Jess knows how often he goes. I want to talk to him about his habits, but I am worried he will bite my head off for it.

        I hate not having a father, I hate not having a mother — I want to be a normal teenager that has both of her parents and a stereotypical picture perfect life, even though that isn’t likely with anyone, but I just want it, some normality in my life.

        "Which bar do you think he is in?” Jess asks, trying to formulate a plan. “We could try to get him out." she tells me trying to help like always,

        "He might be in the one in town, but he hates me — he won't want me near him."

        "I will go and get him, and you can drive my car to your place. I will drive his car,” she compromised, Jess is the type of person to always find the out of the worst situations — that's what I adore the most about her.

        I wish I could always think positive, and always be able to defend myself while blocking out all my emotions. They always get in the way of everything, they always show people your weaknesses and strengths — helps know where you can get hit hard enough for it to leave a mark, and not the type of mark that leaves scars.

        “Fine," I hesitate, I don't think he remembers Jess - which will make it easier to trick him out of the bar. Usually whenever she comes over to my house he isn't home, or I'm at her house.

        "It will be fine, I promise,” she assures gently, hugging me tightly.

      I nod, not able to speak. I stand up and wipe my hands on my jeans, wiping off sweat that isn't there.

        "Let's go." I mumble, walking out of my small blue house to sit in the passenger seat of Jess's car.

        "So what's the plan?" she asks revving up the engine. "Or should we just wing it?"

        "We can't wing it with this man." I point out, we can never wing it when it comes to my father — drunk or not.

        "I could just tell him that I'm an undercover cop and pretend arrest him,” she suggest while pulling out of my drive way.

        "Isn't that illegal?" I ask chuckling slightly, leave it to Jess to think of something completely and utterly illegal.

        "Yeah, but whatever,” she rolls her eyes then looks over to me at the corner of her eye. "Do you have any better ideas?"

        "You could pretend I'm hurt at my place then take him home." I suggest and shrug, but I don't think it would work, he would either not care or just go on a rampage.

        "That would work, but he would go on a rampage trying to get to you. Then when he gets home he would go crazy when he discovers you actually aren't hurt,”

        "What else could we do?" I groan then rub my tired eyes. "Should we just let him come home tonight when he is sobered up?"

        "We can't risk him driving home drunk,” she warns then she let's out a frustrated groan. "How about this, we just walk in the place, grab him, then leave. He will be completely wasted so he won't bother fighting back."