Normally I'd go to Jerry's house to do homework after school, but he had a soccer game. And normally I would have gone to that, but I didn't feel like it today. So, I told Mr. Henrick I had to help my dad with something and he dropped me off. Dad was gone when I got home. Nothing new. He's probably out getting drunk with the gang.
I think about the times when I was younger. And memories come to me. Something that they all have in common? Dad was never drunk.
When mom was here, he hardly ever drank.
When mom was here, he didn't spend all his days with the gang.
When mom was here, he didn't get into fights with other people.
When mom was here, he'd talk to me and play basketball with me.
When mom was here, we had a family.
When mom died, it's like dad died with her. And I was left to be on my own. I wish he had died with her. I hate myself for saying that. But if he had, I wouldn't have to suffer every time he gets angry or drunk.
The door slammed. I jumped up. I ran into my room and locked the door. If I got in dad's way, I was going to get a worse slam than the door.
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