Chapter 2
The first crime.
My dad started drinking.
See, my father used to be a drinking virgin. But one day, my parents got divorced and he got depressed. So he turned to drinking to stop his problems.
As you can imagine, it didn't help. It only made things worse.
So now he has a new wife, in which he refers to as his 'bitch,' which, of course, I do NOT approve of AT ALL, but the only reason why she doesn't divorce his sorry ass is because of me.
Because of ME.
Oh, and my money.
See, as you could probably guess by my name, I'm a big deal. So how come bad things always happen to good people? Is there some sort of reverse-karma I'm not aware of going on. Or maybe I'm just bad luck.
Nah, there is no way I'm bad luck.
"SHANE! SHANE!" I hear a voice screaming my name.
Oh yeah. Two AM. Means Daddy's home. Goody.
Good old Daddy is home.
I better go hide.
"GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE BOY!" he screams again.
I have no choice. I turn off my TV and slowly unlock my door. I step out of my room and look downstairs. Just as I thought. My father is sporting his usual drunken outfit – a t-shirt that's full of beer stains and some old jeans. Looks like he's been a hobo for a couple of years.
I take in a deep breath and slowly walk down the stairs. "Yes Daddy?" I ask.
He looks up at me and pounds his fist hard on the staircase. "Where the fuck have you been boy?"
I bite my lip. "Upstairs, Daddy."
"WHY WERE YOU UPSTAIRS?!"
"Because that's where I live,"
"Well you should be a little more social!"
"I'm sorry I was trying to protect Kayla from you."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE FUCK?!"
"I said nothing, Daddy. You've been drinking a lot and I have to protect her."
Kayla's my little sister. She's five. Ever so innocent. She doesn't even know what beer is.
My father stumbles around for a second as to be looking for someone. "Where's my bitch?" he asks. "GINA! GINA, GET OVER HERE!"
My step-mother comes running out of her room. "I'm here!" she calls out.
My father signals both of us to come closer, so I have no choice but to. My father punches me – hard – in the stomach and I double over immediately, falling to the ground. Gina is yelling at my father. Then I hear her screaming and my father cursing. I look over and see them walking away. Well it's more like Daddy is dragging Gina somewhere.
I know I should probably stop him from hurting her, but she's still married to my dad just so she can be rich, so if this is what she wants, this is what she gets.
I moan and get up from the ground. I use the help of the staircase to help me up and I slowly climb the stairs.
I walk into Kayla's room and see that she's crying.
"What's wrong, Kay?" I ask approaching her.
She's sitting up in her bed wiping her little eyes. "Daddy's being mean again," she says in her cute little-kid voice.
I scoop her up in my arms. "Shh. It's gonna be okay."
I really wish it would be okay.
Welcome to my life. Enter at your own risk.