The Mission

Weekend

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Emmaline POV

I wake up to my phone notifying me of a few messages.

I look at my phone and don't recognize the number. I unlock my phone and sit up immediately.

'hey Emmaline! Thanks for bringing me home yesterday and for the Advils (very needed).'

'I just wanted to check you got home safe since you weren't completely sober while driving.'

'It's Madeline btw ☺️'

I unconsciously smiled widely reading her messages.

'hey Maddy☺️'

'I got home fine no worries'

'How are you doing with the hangover?'

I responded quickly, exhaling after pressing send.

'It's okay, I've experienced worse.'

'I have to go my father is starting to wake up. Bye Emmy☺️'

I responded with a simple bye and unplugged my phone and went to the bathroom.

Madeline POV

I woke up clothed with a pounding headache. I saw on my nightstand a glass of water and two pills. I took them and started feeling better.

I realized I slept with my eye contacts in so I went to the bathroom and took them out while rehydrating my eyes since they were dried out and red. I took off my makeup and washed my face. I put my glasses on and tied my hair up.

Walking out of the bathroom I found a post it note next to the cup. I smiled a little reading it and texted Emmaline.

After a few minutes of texting Emmaline, I heard a groan in the living which I knew meant my father was waking up.

I ran to my closet to change out of my party clothes since I knew my father would call me a slut or a hoe. I grabbed a light sweater and skinny jeans.

"Where's breakfast" my father slurred still drunk.

"I'm starting it now" I responded running around the messy kitchen.

"Make it faster" my father yelled.

I made him eggs and toast quickly while holding back my tears at all his insults.

I gave him his food and he hit me for taking to long. He very rarely hit me but when he did it hurt and bruised for days.

I got him a beer from the fridge and he thanked me immensely like a hungry child eating bread.

He went back in front of the TV and sat in his sea of empty beer bottles and potatoes chip bags. He lit his cigarette and turned on an old TV show.

I sighed rubbing where he hit and cleaned up the mess. I filled a few bags up of empty bottles to recycle and I made a list of things for the grocery store.

When I was done my father was already passed out again. I grabbed his wallet and took out any cash I found and his credit card.

I grabbed the car keys and went to the recycling center then the store. I bought what I needed. I payed and went to a smaller shop where my father got his beer delivered. I put everything in the car and went home.

I walked in and my father was awake and breaking things. I slowly but the groceries away till he pushed me over and beat me.

Luckily I managed to get up after kicking his stomach and I grabbed my phone and the car keys. I called Emmaline since she was my only thought.