flashback
mentions of abuse
It has been a month since my mother has passed, my father wouldn't say how. He's been in his room all week, hasn't even showered.
"Dad?" I knocked on the door quietly before opening it. He was in his pyjamas staring at the roof.
"Dinners done," I brought in a plate of food for him before kissing his forehead and leaving the room.
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"Dad i'm going to school now," i peeked my head into his room, he still stared at the roof but had an empty plate beside him. I silently took it out and left the house.
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It had felt so long since i had heard my fathers voice.
"Dad, we don't have enough food for dinner. Can i please borrow some money," i didn't have money, i was in middle school. My father threw his wallet at me making it roughly hit my chest.
I silently left his room before ordering some take out. He hadn't talked in months.
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I think it was midnight when i heard my fathers cries. I rushed out and into the kitchen where he sat. Empty bottles of beer sat on the table near him.
"Dad, are you ok?" I asked silently.
For the first time in a while he stared at me. It was like he wasn't looking at me however, almost through me. He called my name.
"How was school?" He asked before drinking more alcohol.
"Dad, i graduated middle school a month ago. I'm going to U.A next year," i whispered, looking down.
"Just like your mother. You look- you look just like her," He slurred. I shuffled my feet staring at the ground. Tears built up.
"Look at me," I didn't.
"LOOK AT ME!" the older man shouted standing up. My teary eyes widened and stared at him.
"How long has it been," he asked.
"Since w-when?" i asked, tears falling.
"Since your mother's death!" father glared at me.
"6 months," i whispered. He chocked a sob.
"Did i ever tell you how she died?" i shook my head.
"Suicide, she was weak! She left us and now i look at you and all i see is her! Leave me," His glare hardened.
"W-what?" all this news at once made me cry harder.
"I said leave me!" he threw his beer bottle at me. I raised my arms to defend myself but the glass splintered across my skin. I ran to my room crying.
We didn't talk much after that.
edited: 25/6/20
