The Bad Boy Next Door

Part three

Fifteen minutes later, just as I assumed, I was home. I saw Harry's car already in his driveway. My eyes scanned the house it was parked at and the door opened. Harry walked out with a stone cold expression in his eyes and a face that could kill. I clung to my books and walked a little faster. He walked to his car but lingered as he watched me walk through my door. I shut it and peeked through the blinds. Once the door was shut Harry got in his car and sped off. I went to my room shaking off the creepiness of what just happened. I pulled out my text books needed for homework. It must have been half an hour before my father came home. Going downstairs I was going to ask him what he wanted me to make for dinner until I smelled a horrid stench coming from him. "Dad?" I asked timidly. He spun around and glared at me, evil in his eyes. "This is all your fault.." He slurred. I'm so confused. "W-what?" I stuttered. He walked to the liquor cabinet grabbing a bottle of rum and went to his cellar. I heard a car pull up the round and a giggling girls voice. I peeked out the window to see Harry and some bimbo in his driveway. I pushed it to the back of my mind and followed my father. He has never come home drunk before, something bad has happened. "Daddy? Is everything ok?" I turned the corner to see him swigging out of the bottle that was nearly half gone. He stood up throwing the bottle to the wall. I watched in shock as the brown liquid streamed down the wall. "Your mother has told me to leave because of you." His voice was barely understandable. "Dad what are you talking about??" I asked as he walked over to me. "It's all because you want to be a fucking brat, she kicked me out you sun of a bitch!" He was yelling now. I have to admit seeing my dad this way scared me. I mean he was a quiet accountant, never loud and never showed that he was angry. Once I realized he had come even closer I took a few steps back. "Daddy please you're drunk let's sit and you can explain to me-" I was cut off by him yelling. "It's all your fault.. We didn't even want you bitch!" I felt the tears stinging my eyes. I was so lost, my father had just confessed I was an accident, he's yelling at me telling me mom wants him gone and it's my fault? My thoughts were cut off by a loud *crack*. It took a second before it felt burning. Instantly my hand reached for my check. Had he struck me?? Who ever this man was it most certainly wasn't my father. "You ruined my life!" My dad's voiced called again. I saw him raise his hand and I was frozen. The back of his hand struck the side of my eye hard enough to make me go to the ground. "Daddy please..." Tears were now freely coming down my face, my voice barely a whisper. I heard him grunt angrily as he spoke, "get the fuck out!". His words hung in the air. With tear stained cheeks I got up and quickly left my house. I didn't know where I was going I just started walking. I put my hood up as I walked past Harry and the girl in his driveway and kept walking. Hopefully I'll find a park or a train station. Anything will be better than this place.