Trying something new out. I have no idea where this story is going, so we'll just have to see along the way ;) What I know is there is not one M rated Super 8 fanfiction out there. Yet. I'll try it (don't worry, I'll age them), but if it's awkward, I'll just delete those scenes and put it to T.

Sorry it's a bit angsty in the beginning, I swear it'll get better :)

"What happened to the girl I used to know

You let your mind out somewhere down the road

Don't bring me down, no no no no no

I'll tell you once more before I get off the floor

Don't bring me down

You're always talkin' 'bout your crazy nights

One of these days you're gonna get it right

Don't bring me down, no no no no no

I'll tell you once more before I get off the floor

Don't bring me down"

He's doing it again. Blasting music, not even considering that I might be doing some homework. Which I'm not, but that's beside the point.

I'm so mad at him now. His drinking's gotten worse. I thought it was bad a month ago, but now its just chaos. There's beer bottles everywhere. In the bathroom, in between the cushions on the couch, even in my room! How dare he, while I'm at school, he gets drunk in my room. Just today I got home and found three in my closet.

I thought since the incident with the alien, losing me, that it would at least knock some sense into him. That he needs to be there for me. Hell, I thought him killing the mother of my best friend would get him to stop. But he doesn't. Instead he try's to cover it up, to forget about it by drinking himself sick.

Some rock-metal music started. It was a hard, fast beat, making my brain want to scream. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms hard on my forehead.

I snapped.

I threw my feet to the ground, my feet pounding on the stairs.

"Dad!", I screamed over the ear-splitting music.

I ran to the living room, to the kitchen, then to finally find him in the dining room. I stood there in the doorway, panting, my eyes right on the table. Beer cans everywhere, scattered on the table. Pieces of glass on the floor. Worst part was his expression. Empty. Totally empty.

I turned off the tape, the room going silent. Except for the violent ringing in my ear. I want it to stop.

Once he noticed the music stopped, he looked up, his face getting madder by the second.

"Hey! You turn that back on, I was listening to that!"

I couldn't believe him. I walked up to the table, feeling the sharp glass under my feet, but not caring at this point.

I picked up a beer bottle and waved it in front of his face. "What the hell is this? I thought you were done with this Dad! You promised me!"

"Turn the music back on!"

"Listen to me Dad! This is not healthy! You can't just cover up your problems, you gotta face them so you can get past them!"

"Now who are you to tell me I got problems?", he shouted, now standing up.

"Are you serious? Do you not see how messed up you are?" I backed up a bit.

"Alice, it's none of your busine-"

"None of my business? I'm trying to help you, I don't want you to die!" Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. "Can't you see that?"

He ignored me, shutting me off completely. He stumbled across the glass and fumbled with his shaking fingers on the tape machine until the same, loud song blasted once again.

I immediately went to turn it off again. My Dad suddenly tripped towards me, pushing me away from the machine, then slapped my face. Hard.

He backed away, both our eyes wide with. His with surprise. Mine with hurt.

"Ali-", he started whispering. But I ran. I ran as fast as I could, a hand on my cheek. The sting on my face was bad, but not as bad as it hurt me inside.

I raced up the stairs, not feeling my legs anymore. My door slammed behind me. My breathing seemed to get faster and faster, then before I knew it, I was a mess. Sobbing, my head in my hands. The music was still going. And so was my Dad. I feel sick. His blood is in me. I have his blood. How in the world are we related? It's disgusting what he does.

As my sobbing died down, I realized I can't stay here. He's hit me once, he can do it again. And I tried to fix him. I really tried.

The music stopped, leaving haunting nothingness.

I wonder where I'll go. Anywhere but here. But out of Lillian, they're bound to find me in such a small town like this.

The phone rang, making me jump. I let it ring for a little, waiting for my Dad to pick up. Who am I kidding, he's not going to. I picked it up, sniffling.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Alice, it's Joe." The only voice I wanted to hear in the whole world.

"Oh, hey Joe", I said, my voice cracking.

There was a silence. "Are you crying?", he whispered.

"Was", I said.

"Why?", he asked, only sincerity in his voice.

I let the question hang there for a moment.

Then I blabbed. "Oh Joe, it was so bad. I found my Dad drinking, and he's drinking so much. He's blasting music, and he got mad I turned it off. I told him he needs to stop but he won't listen! He turned the music back on, then when I was going to turn it off again, he slapped me! He slapped me Joe!"

"On the face?".

"Yes! Joe, I can't stay here, if he hit me once, he could hit me again", I said, new tears coming.

"What do you mean you can't stay here?"

"I mean I'm leaving Lillian. Tonight."

I heard him sigh on the other end. "Then I'm coming with you".

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