The warm September air brushed Lucy's skin as she trudged on down the path. School had finished and all Lucy wanted to do was take as long as she could so she didn't have to encounter him, Lucy sighed as she remembered what had happened at school.

She was only in year 6 but she was already getting in a lot of trouble recently, especially with her maths teacher Mrs Clinton. Lucy never enjoyed maths so spent most of the lesson writing poetry and not paying attention; Mrs Clinton had caught her many times and gave her warnings but this time she had enough of it and gave Lucy a letter that she had to give to her parents involving with her behaviour.

As the word parent came into her head Lucy started to think about her mum. Lucy new her mum had died in a car crash when she was about 4 but that was it, she was hardly mentioned by her dad and the closest Lucy had got was a few photo's.

Lucy hugged herself as she approached the block of flats, maybe her dad was with some friends, Lucy hoped as she went up the stairs. She soon approached the 6th floor and came to door 6B, Lucy withdrew a key from her coat pocket and opened the door.

As Lucy stepped inside the smell of alcohol and drugs hung in the air, Lucy looked in disgust as she saw cans of beer on the floor and packets of white powder spewed over the table.

Lucy looked over at her father snoring loudly on the sofa with a can of beer in his hand. Ever since her mum died Lucy's dad started acting depressed and had soon gotten into drugs, causing his personality to completely change.

He would start hitting Lucy whenever his anger was triggered, and then soon threaten to not mention anything.

Lucy wondered if giving her father the letter would cause him to lash out on her again. She then mentally told herself off, of course her father would lash out, but she had to do it anyway, or she could be punished even more. Lucy walked slowly to her dad, she tapped his shoulder until she noticed his eyes opened, she saw how he clutched his head while groaning, probably a hangover.

"What the hell do you want" her father yelled; Lucy just looked at her feet as she quietly handed him the letter, he snatched the letter out of Lucy's grasp and then studied it, his frown had turned into scowl as he looked at Lucy then back at the letter.

"What's this!" her father raged "did I bring you up to be an idiot."
Lucy look at her shoes "n-no."
"Then why am I getting a letter from your teacher saying how much of an idiot you are in class!" her father fumed.
Lucy felt tears wanting to fall but she held them back.

She soon felt a hard smack across her cheek, she stumbled backwards ohmost tripping over her own two feet on the impact.

The pain soon came as she put her hand on her cheek where her dad slapped her, she still held back her tears as her cheek felt hot.
"Teaches you to be an idiot" he said "now go to your room and if this ever breathes out to anyone you will be sorry."

Lucy nodded and walked to her room; when the door was closed she crawled to her bed and softly cried into her pillow until she was asleep.