(AN FreakierThanFreaks and WinxClubiCarlyBTRVictorious 8D: I just love reading your reviews! They make me feel all bubbly inside!)
As much as Jade didn't want me to go, I went anyway. Since she absolutely refused to drive me (she wouldn't even budge) I took the bus. The bus had a lot of creepy looking people on there. I must not have looked like the normalest person in the world either with my blue and purple paint splattered bandages and velvet red hair. I could tell people were staring at me when I wasn't paying any attention. I knew I wasn't the most normal person out there, so I didn't really care if they looked at me weird or not.
I finally got to my house after about half an hour of being in a crowded bus full of people I didn't know. After that I had to walk a little bit, but I didn't mind that much. It gave me some time to think about what I was going to say to him. When I got to my house, I realized it was just one huge mistake that I had made. I looked up at the house and some of the windows were shattered, including mine. I was a little bit worried, but after I sucked it all up, I went inside.
"Hello?" I said as I opened the door. "Dad?"
I heard a crashing noise coming from upstairs. I ran up the stairs and came face to face with none other than my dad. He was obviously drunk. Most definitely. And he was not a good drunk person.
"Hey there girly! I been looking for you." He said with a weird look in his eyes.
He stumbled towards me very drunkenly like. I ran past him and to my room and locked the door behind me. I didn't know exactly what else to do. So I just ran into my room. There was a huge red stain on the carpet by my broken window. It took me a few moments to realize that it was my dried blood. Gross.
"Hey, come back here!" I heard my dad yell from down the hall.
"No! Stay right there!"
Right as I said that there was a pounding on the door. Then there was an even harder pounding. After that one it sounded like he was pounding on my door with a huge cinder block. Moments later there was the sound of splintering wood. More splintering wood. And then… a fist right through my door. I was scared, I didn't know what to do but hide underneath my bed. The hand reached down to the handle and unlocked the door. In came my father.
"Oh Kitty Cat, come out here." He coaxed
I almost, almost, almost fell for it, too. I think I was just lucky that I had Jade on speed dial.
"Hello?" I heard on my cell phone.
"Jade…" I wasn't able to finish my sentence.
"Cat? Cat, what's wrong!"
I watched as his feet made their way, stumbling, towards my bed. I could feel my heart beat even faster than it already was. One hand came down and shot towards me. Somehow he managed to grab me by my forearm. I was astounded at the fact that he could to this all while he was so drunk. I was tugged right out from underneath my bed, hitting my head in the process. I really doubt that he cared, though. I tried my hardest to get away from him, but I just couldn't, he was super strong. I almost dropped my phone, but I kept a pretty good grip on it.
"Please! Dad! I came to talk to you, make things better!" I shouted through tears as he shook me.
"You left me!" he yelled in my face. I could smell the booze in his breath.
He dragged me out of my room and to the stairs.
"You left me! Right after your mother and that brother of yours!"
"Cat!" I heard through my phone. "Cat! "I'm coming to get you, be careful?"
With each and every single step he took, he yelled another vulgar expletive straight into my face. I didn't like this side of my dad, I liked the side of him were I didn't get any attention from him. Now I feel like I'm getting too much attention.
When he finally reached the stairs, he yelled another expletive in my face and shoved me down the stairs. I felt a burning in my abdomen as I hit each step. I should've listened to Jade, she was absolutely right about my dad. I should've listened to her. Images of the past couple of days flashed through my head. Me actually being happy, laughing.
I finally hit the bottom step and was, once again, in complete pain. I watched as my dad ran down the stairs, thinking for a second he was going to come down and say that he was sorry. Nope. He ran out the door and didn't look back.