PART TWO
"I'm sorry dad, I had to pick some stuff up after school." Craig responded.
"Didn't I tell you to come home right away?" His dad said angrilly.
"I came home as soon as I could." Craig said, shortly before feeling a hit in the chest and falling backward into the shelves of the open fridge, a jug of juice pouring down over his head. Slowly, Craig pushed himself up, only to be knocked back down to the floor. After what seemed live forever, his father finally walked away to go watch TV. Gingerly, Craig pushed himself up and tiptoed upstairs and went into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He held back tears, he could tell that that first blow was going to bruise. Leaving for the bathroom, he quickly showered, washing the sticky Kool-Aid from his hair.
He layed down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, and went to go wipe his watery eyes when he noticed Alicia's number on his hand. Craig smiled, at least he had something to look foward to. Taking out a piece of paper he copied the number and tacked it to a small bulletin board on his wall. For a minute or two he shifted through his drawer and found his headphones. Placing them over his ears, he drowned out the world in music.