I sighed and sat in my bedroom and felt fear well up inside me.
Something doesn't feel right.
My door burst open. I immediately tensed up and sat up. It was my 'dad.' I didn't even like calling him that...
"Aphm... C-Comehere..." He slurred his words.
He's drunk. Fantastic.
I walked over to him quickly. He kicked me in the gut, knocking me over. I hit the ground hard and lied in pain. He kicked me and I bit my lip to stop from screaming.
"I-I saw you... Uh... Gottaninety- Something. I don'tremember. Anyways... You'er a piece of... s***," He stumbled over his own words. I scrambled up.
"I'm sorry, D-Dad," I said, desperately hoping he'd leave. He smacked me across the face and walked out. The tears poured out of me. I fell to my knees in pain both physically and mentally.
It wasn't my fault Mom left us. Why does he hurt me..? I haven't done anything... Why, Irene?
I pulled out my phone and texted FC. He didn't know about my father... It was better that way.
