I always knew it would come back to haunt me
Sophie watched him tip back the bottle, letting the amber liquid burn a trail of hatred down his throat. It's 5 in the morning and she sits cross-legged on his floor as he stares at her with utter disgust. She knows he's drunk but it doesn't mean his words don't hurt any less. They hurt because they're true. His father is dead, he's drunker then ever, and all he sees is revenge. Every time she's pissed him off, let her guard down, done something so subtle she thought he'd never notice, anything that he ever wanted to say was pouring out right now. It started at about 1 and he started spilling his guts out from the very beginning. At first the words were filled with sorrow and regret and then as he moved on to when she left they started turning into distasteful insults against her. He called her names she never thought would come past his lips. But she took it all. Every name, curse, put-down, and hit. The man was vile, sadistic, crazy even. Once he stopped for a few minutes to go find some more alcohol she started thinking. Nate was being brutally honest with her. All the selfish retorts, crude names, screams that built up inside him, and retreats from physical abuse where now coming in a steel fist straight for her. Suddenly there was a hard slap across her face and she looked up to see Nate glaring down at her. She almost started gagging from the alcohol radiating off his body. He spat at her and rudely demanded where more whiskey was, followed by a few bad names.
That was it.
Sophie rose to her feet slowly and punched him as hard as she could. Her knuckles popped on impact but were covered by the loud SMACK and CRACK that came from his jaw. With a low groan he slumped to the ground, knocked out cold. Her arm stung from the force and then went numb causing her to whimper in pain. She dropped down to her knees and laid down next to him. A little blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth and she wiped it away gingerly. The numbness in her arm went away after a few minutes and she dragged him up onto the cot in front of the TV's. He would be extremely sick when he woke up and not remember anything. But what really got her was that he wouldn't bother to ask how she got the cuts and bruises on her body, he wouldn't care. She let out a shaky breath to regain her composer and she trudged upstairs. The smell of alcohol from downstairs had not tainted the smell of his bedroom and it still smelled like him. Well, at least before all of this happened. She pulled on one of his t-shirts and boxers and snuggled under the covers. For just a moment she wished everything could change. But that only lasted a second before she quickly slipped off to sleep, the actions of the new Nathan Ford haunting her dreams.
A/N: Just a little insight from Sophie the night after Nate's father dies