A/N- I used to be TropicalGymnast, now I'm Drama Qween. If you don't like drama or cursing, don't read this!
I dreaded going homefrom schooltoday. Dad was back from his buisness trip. The week he was gone was heaven. No yelling. Absolutely peaceful. But he's going to find something wrong with me. He's going to yell. "Earth to Keely..." I heard faintly. Phil was waving his hand in front of me. "Sorry, I was just drifting off. Thinking about...uh...math. Yeah, it was hard today." Phil went on with Seth talking about algebra. Sometimes I just don't understand him.
The rest of the day was a blur. Then it was time to go home. I tried to stall. But before I could ask something came up. I was standing at the bus stop. "Keel...I wish we could have a study session tonight but we have to have dinner with Mr. Hackett again. He's so weird." My stomach dropped. I would have to go home. "Okay." I tried not to sound too dissapointed.
I walked in the house slowly. Mom was on the couch. "Mom? Is dad here yet?" she sighed and looked very weary. "No. But I got a call...he's been drinking." I sighed. Tonight wasn't going tobe an easy night. I was going to enjoy the moments of peace I had. I started dinner, since mom just went to sleep. I was about to call Tia and maybe get my mind off things when suddenly I heard a loud bang. I went to see what it was. It was dad, stumbling in the house and slamming the door. He was very drunk. I was terrified of what he might do. "Where the hell's my dinner!" he yelled. "In-in the kitchen." I said. He went into the kitchen. I braced myself and walked in. He took a few bites. "What iss thisss?" he slurred. I didn't say anything. Maybe it was better not to speak. He threw the plate at the wall and it shattered and food flew everywhere. I screamed. He got up and smacked me. Oh no. The violence was coming back. "Dad- stop it!" I screamed. "Thats what you get for making such a lousy dinner! And don't you talk back to me!" He hit me again. "Please stop!" I yelled. Out of the corner I saw mom. "Mark, leave the girl alone! You're drunk!" He ignored her. He pushed me hard against the wall and I fell. "MARK GET OFF HER!" Mom is so tough. Dad finally got off me and I ran upstairs as quickly as possible and slammed the door. I cried and cried into my bed until I fell asleep.
When I woke up mom was standing over me, rubbing my forehead. "What time is it?" I asked. "Only 11. Phil called for you earlier. I told him you were busy." I sighed. I don't want Phil to find out about this. "Where's dad?" Mom rolled her eyes. "He finally passed out. I hate living like this. I would call the cops, but he keeps threatening us. His temper is so bad...and he was drunk tonight." She said something else, but I didn't want to listen. I just rolled over and went back to sleep.
