My Blue Eyed Saviour

As I walk in the door I'm greeted by the harsh tone of the man I would've once called my father.
" I thought I warned you that if you drink you'll end up like her." He says referring to the photograph on the wall of your now deceased mother. I am about to deny his accusations of drinking when his rough hands reach out to grab your upper arm. I decide not to struggle as he drags me up the stairs and locks me in my room for the night. But little did I know a set of piercing blue eyes were observing my every move and little did I know that the very same blue eyes would be my saviour. Well for tonight anyway...