Phillip's Kid

Kaitlyn's POV

10:00 AM
Saturday, June 29th

I woke up to the sound of dad yelling outside the trailer. He was yelling at our neighbor, Ron. They were friends, and business partners or whatever dad called them. He bullied Ron in all honesty, and he treated him like a slave.

I groaned, got up and put on high waisted jean shorts, a black tank top, and brushed my hair. I walked to the fridge, grabbing a mountain dew, then walked outside. It was at least 80°. Ron and dad were hopping into his truck. "Hey Kaitlyn." He said. I waved slightly. "Hey sunshine, have a good day. Love ya!" Dad said, and sped off. I exhaled, sitting in the plastic lawn chair in our small yard space. I looked around and watched people pass by on foot or on ATVs and bikes. Coyotes ran wild all over the county all hours of the day. They didn't bother us. They were super skiddish.

I finished my drink, then hopped on the ATV dad had stolen for me, and decided to take a ride over the abandoned hotel about 2 blocks away. Summer vacation had just begun, so I needed to find things to do. I'd start senior year in 3 months, which blew my mind. I hoped I'd make it to graduation.

I rode over, then got off, and explored the rooms. I came here often, and sometimes just sat on the roof to watch sunsets. I also came here to hide from my dad at times. I had to watch out for homeless' though, as they came there too, in search of some sort of comfort and shelter. It was sad but that's how things were.

I'd find cool and weird things there sometimes though. From old photos and newspapers, to creepy dolls and syringes. I walked up the crumbling stairs and searched other floors. My heart about stopped when a wild bore came running past me out of a room. "JESUS!" I yelled, panting, then laughing. I spent at least 45 minutes at the hotel before heading to a corner store. My friend Brandon worked there, as a store clerk. He was my best friend, pretty much the only friend I had.

"Hey, Kaitlyn!" He cried as I walked in. I flashed a small smile, "Hey." I'd say and hug him. I grabbed some snack foods, and sodas, along with macaroni, and microwave meals, and headed to the register. "How are you?" Brandon asked, ringing me up. I nodded, "Same shit different day, you know." I smiled, laughing softly. He nodded, "Ah, I hear that." he said. We talked for about an hour as he wasn't very busy, then I decided to head back to the trailer. I did most of the shopping as dad was always too drunk or too busy, or both. He paid the bills, most of the time he paid them late, but they got paid. He actually had lots of money with all the shit he did, but we still lived in a crappy trailer in a rundown desert town. I didn't like living out here but dad was set on staying out here until he died.

As I walked inside, Dad had a biker prostitute bent over the counter. "OH SHIT, dad you've got to be kidding!" I yelled then slammed the door. "Shit Kaitlyn, ever heard of knocking!? For fucks sakes." Dad mumbled. I rolled my eyes, setting the groceries on the small table in the yard. I waited for a few minutes, and the woman came outside and headed towards the road. Dad came outside, and I headed in, right past him, saying nothing.

I went in and away all the groceries. "Next time, fucking knock." Dad barked as he came in, grabbing a beer. I said nothing. "Got it?" He asked. I exhaled, "Of course, I'm in the wrong. You're fucking someone ove THE COUNTER, and I get lectured? I was out buying us food, I didn't expect you to have a whore over." I said. "Watch your mouth. Don't speak to me like that, I'm your father!" He said. I shook my head, mumbling. "What was that, smarty?" He asked. "I said you should really act like it then." I said and walked outside again. "KAITLYN." he yelled. I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut.

Damnit. I should've just kept my mouth shut.

He came outside, pointing at me. He looked pissed. He grabbed my arm, "You..are on thin ice. I'd watch my ass if I were you." He growled. "Say you understand..." He added. I gulped, "Okay. I understand." I said hesitantly. He let go and I backed away. He just looked at me. I started going for a walk to get away from him. I checked my phone, it was 9 and getting dark fast. I put in my earbuds and put on some Eminem. He was one of my favorite rappers. His music always helped me. It gave me words to help express my thoughts and feelings when I couldn't find the words.

I walked all around Sandy Shores before finally returning home around 10. Dads truck had gone through some of the fencing, and his drivers' side door was still open. I creeped inside, it was dark. I couldn't see anything, but I heard Dad rustling around in his bedroom. His broken door was closed, but his light was on. I locked the door then slowly went into my room, then climbed in my bed. "Kaitlyn? That you?" I heard dad call. I remained silent, lying down. "Honey...I'm sorry.. about earlier. I was mad, and I shouldn't have reacted that way." He said, "I love you, Kait.." He added, and I heard him sigh. I took a deep breath, then began drifting off.

The next day, I woke up to some man yelling. I sat up, running my fingers through my hair.
"Trevor! I'm talking to you, motherfucker!" the man yelled. I got up, rushing to the window to see what was going on.

The male voice and female were arguing first.

Then the man was following Dad.
"Are you? Well what are you saying?" Dad asked, sarcastically, with no emotion on his face. Ron and Wade were there, they had been trying to keep the guy, Johnny, biker leader, away from dad.
"Fuckin' my girl, man. It's wrong." Johnny said.
Dad looked at him, "Well I gotta fuck somebody. Want me to fuck you? Is that the problem?" He asked. "Drop..your pants, Cowboy. Let's fuck..." He said, making a thrusting gesture. "You think this is funny?" Johnny asked. "Get them off!" Dad yelled.
"I told him to leave it, Trevor. Leave it." Ron said, panicky. "Shut up, Ron. I'm about to fuck me a meth head, ain't that right cowboy? Gonna get my boy sucked by his toothless gums." He said. Dads humor was crude, sometimes he wasn't even making jokes. "Fuck you." Johnny said. "Mmm." Trevor said. "It's just.. I still love her man.." He looked defeated. "I know, cowboy. I know. Come here..." He said, hugging johnny, then hitting him with his beer bottle and stomping his head in a few times. He was a bloody mess. I gasped, shaking a little. "Dad, shit!" I said softly. "Cunt!" Dad yelled at him. The biker lady was crying over Johnny. I sat back down on my bed, "Holy.. fuck.." I exhaled, trying to unsee what I had witnessed. Dad was ranting and raving, then he hopped in the truck with Wade and Ron. He sped off, probably to the rest of the bikers. I looked out the window again, Johnny's body laid there, but the girl, Ashley, had left.

My dad was crazy. Irrational. Unstable. The list could go on and on. I loved him of course, he was my father after all. The only parent I had left. But he scared me shitless sometimes; and that's not right. Kids shouldn't fear their parents or guardians, but Trevor Phillips was a different kind of guy. I wished he was normal, and not a scary criminal always getting into trouble, but I couldn't change him or convince him to change no matter how much I begged. He was unfixable.

I got some little bite muffins from the cupboard, then sat watching tv as I ate. I could only imagine what dad was up to. He always had people after him or he was after them. He was always getting into disagreements with people, or tweaking about them. I don't know how he was still alive, sometimes I didn't know how I was.