So anyway.things with Pa went pretty well for the first few weeks. We lived
in the same room, but we managed to get along, to not kill each other after
the first few days. From there, though, it got pretty bad. One day, I swear
we were about two inches away from throttlin' each other. It went somethin'
like this.
I was sitting on the couch in our apartment. I'd been there all
fucking day, just sitting there and waiting for Pa to get home. He'd
left early in the morning.before I'd even woken up. The bastard.
So anyway, he comes in all grinnin' and swaggerin' like he owns the
damn place. Well, he does, but that ain't the goddamn point. I started
in on him real quick.
"Pa.this ain't workin'," I said, "I came here 'cause Ma died.I
expected a parent, not a fucking drug lord who leaves me all alone
every single day!"
He just glared at me.
"I didn't ask for you to kill your mother, you little bitch. I sure as
hell didn't ask you to come here, I didn't ask to be sent back here
and forced to fucking play 'house' with you until you got bored of me
and moved on. To me, you ain't here. You didn't exist before and you
don't exist now. You have no idea how fucking happy I'll be when
school starts so you'll be out of my goddamn life for seven hours a
day."
I was speechless. Not for long, though.
"Pa, what the fuck did I ever do to you? I didn't ask to come here
either! What did you expect me to do? Stay at the old house and starve
to death on Bourbon Street? Become a whore just like my Ma so I could
have a daughter who hated me and eventually killed me?
"I'm sorry if that's what you want of me now, but it sure as hell
ain't gonna happen. I'm not leaving, goddammit!"
That's when he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt with one hand and
pulled me up so I was almost his height. I had no idea he was so
strong, and it kinda scared me.
"Listen here." He growled. "If you're gonna live here, you're gonna
keep your goddamn mouth shut and do whatever I tell you to do. When I
say jump, you better goddamn well say 'How high,' or it'll be your
fucking head. You hear me?" I just nodded, and he let me go. I'd seen
the swords he kept in that weapons locker.I knew he wasn't kidding
when he said 'it'll be your head.' So.things got better after that. I kept quiet like he told me to, and school started the next month, so I was okay. He told me he was gonna get me some new clothes too, 'cause the ones I had were crap. I liked my old ones, but whatever he said went. At least, back then it did.
I was sitting on the couch in our apartment. I'd been there all
fucking day, just sitting there and waiting for Pa to get home. He'd
left early in the morning.before I'd even woken up. The bastard.
So anyway, he comes in all grinnin' and swaggerin' like he owns the
damn place. Well, he does, but that ain't the goddamn point. I started
in on him real quick.
"Pa.this ain't workin'," I said, "I came here 'cause Ma died.I
expected a parent, not a fucking drug lord who leaves me all alone
every single day!"
He just glared at me.
"I didn't ask for you to kill your mother, you little bitch. I sure as
hell didn't ask you to come here, I didn't ask to be sent back here
and forced to fucking play 'house' with you until you got bored of me
and moved on. To me, you ain't here. You didn't exist before and you
don't exist now. You have no idea how fucking happy I'll be when
school starts so you'll be out of my goddamn life for seven hours a
day."
I was speechless. Not for long, though.
"Pa, what the fuck did I ever do to you? I didn't ask to come here
either! What did you expect me to do? Stay at the old house and starve
to death on Bourbon Street? Become a whore just like my Ma so I could
have a daughter who hated me and eventually killed me?
"I'm sorry if that's what you want of me now, but it sure as hell
ain't gonna happen. I'm not leaving, goddammit!"
That's when he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt with one hand and
pulled me up so I was almost his height. I had no idea he was so
strong, and it kinda scared me.
"Listen here." He growled. "If you're gonna live here, you're gonna
keep your goddamn mouth shut and do whatever I tell you to do. When I
say jump, you better goddamn well say 'How high,' or it'll be your
fucking head. You hear me?" I just nodded, and he let me go. I'd seen
the swords he kept in that weapons locker.I knew he wasn't kidding
when he said 'it'll be your head.' So.things got better after that. I kept quiet like he told me to, and school started the next month, so I was okay. He told me he was gonna get me some new clothes too, 'cause the ones I had were crap. I liked my old ones, but whatever he said went. At least, back then it did.
