I did this chapter while being sick, so, its probably not my best work. sorry. But I would still love reviews!!! In this story, Lily's dad is not so nice and is an alcoholic. Im doing this in first person, from lily's point of view of course.
It was a nice, Saturday afternoon. Me, Miley, and Oliver were just turning the corner to my house, laughing at Olivers imitation of Lennie from the book "Of Mice and Men", which we were currently reading for English class.
"I wasn't doin nuttin George, I was just pettin him." As he was saying this, Oliver held out his hand and petted an imaginary mouse. "Honest George, I wasn't doin no harm."
Miley and me chuckled again, but the joke soon got old.
"Oh stop it Oliver, have you even finished the book?" Though Oliver was one of my best friends, he easily annoyed me when he didn't do his assignments, because he would come to me for help.
"Well…no. But I've read some of it!" As he was saying this, he looked away from me, so I knew that he was keeping something from me.
I looked at him closely, trying to determine just how far he was. "Have you read past the first 3 chapters"?
"No, I've only read 2." Oliver looked down, ashamed.
I shook my head, annoyed. But I couldn't be mad at him. It would be like getting mad at Miley for canceling plans to do Hannah Montana stuff. It wasn't her fault, and Oliver's attitude towards school wasn't his fault. Oliver was exceptionally bright, but didn't care for his schoolwork, but I always made sure that he was on the right track.
"Well, try to finish it this weekend. It's not very long, so you should be able to. The test is Friday, so get cliffnotes on it off the Internet too. You'll be fine.
Oliver smiled. "Thanks Lily will do."
I looked up at my house, sighed in disappointment, and turned to them again.
"Well, this is my stop. See ya."
"Bye" Miley and Oliver said, waving. Then they turned and walked towards Olivers house.
I climbed up the front stairs to my house, retrieved the key from under the mat, and let myself in. My father was rarely home. He was either out with his friends or trying to sell something for a little extra cash. My mom lived in Maryland, so I only saw her about once or twice a year.
I walked towards the kitchen for a drink, and saw a note on the refrigerator.
Lily,
I'm out with a few friends down at AL's. I'll be back around six.
Dad
I sighed, knowing what that meant. He would come home very drunk, bark a few commands at her, and then retire to bed. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, a trick my mother taught me when I was younger, one that I noticed I had been doing a lot more frequently because of my dad. I opened my eyes, and decided I should give him the benefit of doubt. I tried to tell myself that this time would be different, that this time he would come home, smile warmly at me, and that we would sit down and have dinner and then watch T.V, just like we used to before… the accident.
I decided to make dinner for us, so I walked over to the fridge. I noticed that we didn't have a lot of meals to cook, so I decided to cook what looked most appetizing.
Chicken Patties it is then, I thought, setting the oven to 425 degrees. I looked at the clock, noting that it was 5:45, and waited for my dad.
He'll come home, we'll have dinner, he'll thank me for the small meal, tell me I'm a wonderful daughter, and then he'll tell me that he loves me.
I smiled at this thought, put the patties in the oven, and waited for my father to get home.
