Once home I found my dad passed out like normal on the floor. I decided to just leave him there, don't think that it is because I am mean. Its just, after I quite playing football I really have not had the muscle tone that I once had. So there is absolutely no way that I am going to waste all my energy that I had just to try and lift his lard ass off the carpet and onto the floor. Think what you will of my actions but you know I really don't care. He's one of the reasons that I lost, Caitlin I am not going to let him ruin my life any further. So I walk to my room, I probably have about two or three hours until he is conscious, then of course he will come in for the thousandth time to apologize. He will tell me that he is so sorry, he'll stop drinking, that he won't ever be in that condition ever again. Then I'll tell him that it's alright, I forgive him and that I have to go to sleep or two school depending on what time he wakes or on how long it takes for him to pass out to begin with.

I return to what I had originally plan on doing. First I will write the poem that I seein my minds eye. (Tomorrow I will hand it in to the newspaper class so that they can publish in the next issue.) I take out my journal that I started within my anger management classes. The judge had ordered me to write in the journal, I thought that doing so would be a sissy thing to do but after I had written for my set time I realized that it was good for me to do. It helped me get out all of my anger and my hurt. I haven't drunk or done anything else drastic as a release to my problems. The only thing is sometimes it isn't enough. Yet I stay with it, I try my best to do the right thing and not let everything hurt me so much. My journal entry today is actually very short. I don't have a lot to get off my chest, no anger that has not been fixed already. The only thing that I have to write is one sentence:

Forget Caitlin I am moving on.

That was all, now when I open my journal I will have something that will remind me that I should forget forever about Caitlin. I lay down on my bed just to think but all I can think is that I miss the midnight phone sessions that Caitlin and I used to have and how much fun it all was.

A few hours later----

"Oh my gosh shut up you stupid alarm. What the hell am I still doing in my day clothes?" I say waking up pissed off. "Oh that's right I must have fallen asleep while thinking last night."

I start to get ready for school when I smell a familiar, though not to often smelled, smell. I knew that it was eggs, bacon and fresh orange juice but now my only question was who could possibly fixing that. Dad would be to hung over to even smell any type of food, let alone taste it. Who could he have possibly have hired to cook? After I was done dressing I venture out my of my bedroom and creep down the hallway. To what should my wandering eyes appear, but my dad with a cup of coffee and some chick cooking in the kitchen.

"Dad what's going on? Who's this?"

"Good morning Nicholas, or do you prefer Nick," She spoke when my dad chose to ignore me. "I am a very very good friend of your fathers from work and just came over to fix you two bachelors some breakfast."

"You don't have to play the company pal card, K. You could just say that you're my fathers booty call and thought that bribing me would be the best way to break the news."

"Boy who taught you to speak like that to women huh? Answer me!"

"Why you did of course sir."

"You and I need to have a bit of a talk boy."

I could tell that he was angry with me but I still don't care what he feels or thinks. The girl, a beautiful brunette that was skinny and looked only a few years older than me, seemed to be uncomfortable with the conversation between me and my dear old dad. He took me into the back room like I thought he would and preceded in giving me a "stern talking to." You know the type where the dad is super strict and tells the boy that he is gonna get whupped if he doesn't straighten up. Of course, the dad threatens the son even though he really doesn't mean it. Our conversation was more like this though:

BOOM!!!! CRASH!!!! BANG!!!!

"You little smart ass! Talkin back to me like that! Embarrassing me in front of my girlfriend like that! You wanna say something now? Huh? Speak smart ass! Do you wanna say something now?! Come on speak! I thought you always had the answer!!"

"I only have one thing to say, call the school because I can't go today." I left the room right after that and then took out my secret key and locked him in their. I had just gotten a copy of the key to that room not even a week ago that way if he locked me in their again I could get out or if he chose to beat me in their I could lock him in.

I walked into the kitchen with a cold rag applied to my eye and a bunch of bandages on my face to stop the bleeding. There were cuts on my forehead, my cheek and my lip was split wide open. The woman looked at me and then went back to plating all the food. She seemed sympathetic but not angry which tipped me off to the fact that she was not going to be my ally. I started to eat some of what she cooked (better make the best out of a bad situation.) She then proceeded in giving me some toast and some more orange juice. I looked up at her but her eyes never once met my face.

"What does it not bother you that I go with my dad and I'm fine but when I come back I look like this?"

"Nick you probably deserved what was coming to you. I can't disagree with you father so don't try to make him out to be the bad guy. Now finnish you food and I'll go get your dad from the room you locked him in."

"How did you know that I locked him in some room?"

"I did the same thing to my dad when he used to take me into a certain room to punish me."

"Figures, you were abused and that's why your with this asshole. My anger management counselor told me about people about you. The ones that like to be in abusive relationships because they were abused when they were younger. Well you got what you wanted, he is the worst person that I have ever met and therefore must be the most perfect person for you."

"Please just eat Nick."

I couldn't eat after seeing her do this to herself. I could not even stand to be in this house so I disappeared to the beach. The only place that I could think clearly and relax. Maybe I could meet a girl or two.