My father leaned against the threshold of the living room. He looked at least buzzed already, my phone read 4:07 pm. I sighed and he smiles at me "so there is this party at the bar and uh, you have to be 21 to be in there" he said. Knowing he wasn't really asking what I thought about it I put on my best smile and said "Have fun. I'll be fine dad, I have Netflix". I felt a lump in my throat as he spun and walked out of the house. "Bye I love you" I yell to nobody. Rejectedly I slumped backwards into the couch, I tried to play some music to occupy me, but nothing piqed my interest. I picked up the remote and put on some zombie movie. I partially watched it while wondering what type of girl my dad would bring home. I walked out to the fridge and got myself a beer, he wouldn't miss it. As the movie ended I walked to my room and called my boyfriend. His voice made me feel less lonely, I suppose it was more like a numb sense of realization. We talked for an hour or two and then I heard the front door open. I sighed and told him that I needed to go so he wouldn't hear what was about to happen. My dad stumbled in and demanded I watch a movie with him, which I declined because it would just be irritating in his state. He started fake crying and yelled rude things at me as I shut and locked my bedroom door, I hated when he was like this. I plugged my phone into my speakers and put on my favorite playlist. I sat around and did nothing worth noting. My boyfriend and I texted a little back and forth a little, but he was busy so I left him alone. He announced he was going to sleep and I looked at my clock, 9:56, another day wasted. I tried to sleep too, it didn't work so well. Though I must have fallen asleep at some point, because suddenly I realized it was morning.
