Later,when I got home, I was smitten, dizzy, and hot.
I feel weird. Like a bird, being hit into a window.
Michael. Lead singer of the Jackson 5. My best friend.
He knew what it was,like to be different.
I went up to my room, and put on my "Ben" record. As it begun to play, I felt tears come to my eyes.
"Ben", was beautiful, AND sad at the same time!
That's why,I loved him!
He has 4 other brothers in the group.
Jackie,Jermaine,Tito,and Marlon.
They all know me. And they sometimes tease Michael and I. But in a good kind of way.
Later that night, my father came home from work.
As soon as he walked in the door, I could tell he was drunk. Ever since Mama died, Daddy has been struggling to make ends meet. Things were going smoothly for awhile, but it went downhill,ever since Daddy lost that promotion.
So he drinks, and takes it out on me.
If I do one little thing wrong, he slaps me.
When THAT happens, I wait until he is asleep, and I sneak over to Michael's I stay there until we hear someone coming. Then I sneak back home,
and into bed.
"ALEXA CARTER! WHERE THE HECK IS MY STEAK!?" he yells.
I come out of my room.
"We had it last night,Daddy. So I-"
"Not THAT steak! THE OTHER ONE!"
"I don't know." I say quietly.
"Oh for crying out loud, you ate it didn't you?" His voice is rising again.
I look down at my feet.
"ANSWER ME, YOU SPOILED BRAT!!!"
He slaps me.
"I'm going out! I won't be back until later!!!"
He slams the door, on his way out.