Preface
He did love me I swear he did but even though this happened he is still considered my friend. (A/n this would kinda like be the thing on the back of the book)
It started while I was on the porch laying on a towel with my head in a book when I heard my dad pull into the gravel driveway. I could tell it was him by how the two doors crackled and popped every time he hit a bump. He jumped out with a unhappy smirk on his face .
"I thought I told you to have dinner done by time I got home! I thought I could count on you! Your mother was better than you."
" I totally lost track of time, I was reading my book and forgot all about it. Sorry. I'll get on it right away." I turned around about to open the door when a firm hand gripped hold of my wrist. I turned to face him. "You idiot let go of me. You don't have a right to do that to me dad!" I said with anger over whelming me. At that moment I felt a smash of a fist slam into my jaw. I must have been dazed by that unexpected throw.
"Get up right now and go make me my supper!"At that I still couldn't get up was I even going to respond to that horrid demand. I bet that if I was lying here dead he would just leave me here. "Come on get up now. I said get up, do you not know English or something." I rolled over on my back and said "no" I was defending myself like never before. Usually I just give in but I felt stronger than usual I felt like I could fight for myself.
"Get up now! Young lady!" He screamed. My neighbors opened there door and just shut it to hear 'come on get up you don't want to make a scene' my dad tried to say nicely. I started to stand up when my dad started to pull out his pocket knife. I started walking in when he put the knife up to my neck and said "don't you ever forget to make my supper or make a scene in front of the neighbors do you understand?" He pulled my face up (that which I hid so he couldn't see my face) using my hair.
" Yes sir I understand perfectly." I said putting my head back down. I walked into the kitchen and started to make salmon terrine uh I hated that stuff. The scent of the uncooked fish stunk. I took out the ingredients which were salmon, eggs, black olives, heart of palm, crème fraiche, smoked salmon, cayenne pepper, chopped shallot. Gosh how can he eat this it's horrible yuck. After it was done processing the food I got a plate and put the yuck food on it and went to go serve it to the 'king'.
He took a bite then spit it out "yuck. God, what is this it's horrible." He said angrily scrapping the bit of left over salmon off of his tongue.
"What's wrong with it? I thought I made it how you liked it. All it is, is salmon terrine I thought it was good." I lied.
"What's wrong with it, is that it sucks it taste like dead fish."
"Because it is dead fish it's salmon you know fish. It use to live in the ocean." I put my hands together and made fish motions with them.
"I told you not to mess up any more. Now didn't I Alice Brandon?" He said in my case he said it as if we were in trial.
"No you said don't for-" I said getting cut off by guess who? The big selfish bum.
"You are not going to talk to me that way. You don't tell me what I do and don't. Ok young lady."
"Yay sure whatever." Not like I'm scared of him. I felt a slap of a grown man hit me. I must have not realized that I said that out loud. He such a sissy who can't fight like a man.
I ran up to my room and grabbed my school bag and filled it up with the little bit of clothes I had left and a picture of me and my family with white out over the picture of my 'dad'. I had also brought my IPod. I ran out of my room and to the front door when I was stopped by who? Him that selfish little dude that is supposedly my father. "Where are you going Alice Brandon?" He said in an angry tone.
"Dude, get out of my way before I rip your head off! I'm not in the mood to be messed with, ok jerk? Happy now?" I said as I pushed him out of the way to the front door and took off running to my neighbors car since they were out doing who knows what I hotwired there silver mustang convertible.