I pulled into the drive way to McDonalds, knowing I had to get something in Vee's stomach to soak up the alcohol and to keep my promise to my sister. I looked over to Vee who was playing with the window controls in the back seat. I then looked ahead and saw I had space to pull up by the order box.

'Welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you?' A woman said nonchalantly.

I thought about how Vee needed bread more than anything. I ended up ordering two boxes of nuggets, two double cheese burgers for Vee, and a chocolate shake.

I was driving down route 194 towards Vee's house when I had that same feeling again. I felt like I was being followed. And it was probably that guy at the bar tonight.

Subconsciously I locked the doors and looked in my rear view mirror a couple of times. The only way I could describe this feeling would be to compare it to when you have heard a ghost story about the exact house you live in. Your heart rate goes up dramatically and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. I was feeling just like that at that exact moment.

"What's wrong Nick?" I jumped at the sound of Vee's voice. "You look like you're having a conniption." I guessed the burgers helped because she wasn't slurring her words anymore.

"I'm fine, it was just a bit too quiet that's all." I focused my eyes back on the road.

"Well, I'm a little more sober now but I still smell like alcohol. I was wondering if I can just crash at your place for the night…" She rested her head on my shoulder.

"You're always welcome to, babe." I smiled and took a glance at the rear view mirror again, and that's when I saw it; a silhouette of a truck with its lights off. It had just turned right onto an exit but it must have been right behind me the whole time because the road had been a straight shoot for forty-five minutes.

My heart dropped but I kept my smile on so I wouldn't worry Vee.

About fifteen minutes of me driving while looking back every chance I had, I finally made it too my house hoping I didn't lead anyone there.

Thankfully, Vee was capable of walking on her own so I opened the door and we walked inside. I told Vee to go upstairs while I went to the kitchen to see if anything needed to be cleaned or put away before I headed to bed.

I heard my dad's room door crack open and my spine tingled of an oncoming argument. I sensed these things. He walked in the kitchen with his tired, baggy eyes and looked at me with no expression to his face.

"Where did you go?" He said. "No one was here to cook."

I rolled my eyes internally. "I went out with Vee, and brought Natalie some McDonalds." Sticking to simple answers is the best way to communicate with him.

"So, what about me?" He folded his arms.

"I expected you to be sleep by now, and I didn't have enough money to pay for everyone's food." I sat back on the counter; I knew we were going to argue sooner or later, so I might as well make myself comfortable.

"But you had enough money to go out with Vee? What kind of fool do you take me for?" He slammed his hands on the island counter.

"I didn't have to spend money where we went." I kept my cool, hoping he would see that I would not argue with him tonight. "You know what dad, if you want my nuggets just take them. I'm not even hungry anyway." I started to pull the nuggets out of the bag when I felt his hand clench my wrist. Suddenly, I felt a shocking sting across my face. I quickly pulled my arm away from him.

"What do you want from me, dad?" My voice started to screech. "Do you blame me for mom's death? Why the hell do you treat me this way?" The questions just fell out of my mouth. These were the things I wanted answered every time we go into it. I couldn't even hit him back because I'd rather have him answer those questions than have the both of us bruised and still angry.

But he didn't say a word. He just took the nuggets out of the bag and walked back to his room leaving me and my unanswered questions in the kitchen clueless.

I was more angry than hurt to be honest. I was actually relieved that he hit me. He had always made comments that suggested that he would hit me but now that he did, this gave me the leverage to finally move out of this house. And once I did, I would never come back.