It takes Two
Summary: One is a cold-hearted person, falling into depression as his younger brother passed away. The other, cheerful and happy, but a different person in her home, sad and frightened.
She woke up to a cloudy morning, to the happy sounds of chirping. If only I could be that happy, she thought. She got up, and dressed for school. As she went to the kitchen, she could hear the faint smell of alcohol, and loud snores. She saw her father, asleep on the sofa, with some alcoholic drink in his hands. She blinked, opened the door and left the home. Her brother had ran away from home, at the age of 16. He had had enough. She hadn't had contact with him in years. She missed her brother. Her brother was always there to protect her when her father was drunk. He was abusive, and her brother had the bruises to show it. Now, she was left alone. She was afraid to bring her friends to her house, because she didn't want them to see the state of her dad. She arrived at school, with a sad expression on her face. As she saw her friends waiting for her, she put on a smile and waved at them. She always did. It was like a mask she put on everyday. It was routine. What could she do?
School ended too early for her. Much too early. It was a Friday, and she didn't want to face her father, who would be awake by now. As she said good- bye to her friends, her happy, cheerful smile turned into a sad expression. As she pushed open the door to her house, she realized her father wasn't in the house. That's unusual, she said to herself. Usually he goes out at night. She shook of the idea and walked into her room, and sat down to write her homework. As she finished, she took a shower, and flopped down onto her bed, after locking her door.
Her father wasn't there in the morning. He usually was, drunk, sleeping on the sofa. How could someone has such a pathetic life? she asked herself. She sat down at the table, and started reading a library book. After some time, the door opened, and her father walked in, and grabbed her by the hair. She winced, and dropped the book. Her father was home, yet again, drunk.
A/N: How was that? Please Read and Review! Sorry about the short chapters- I've school, and well homework. I'm so sorry-I'll try to update as soon as I can.
Summary: One is a cold-hearted person, falling into depression as his younger brother passed away. The other, cheerful and happy, but a different person in her home, sad and frightened.
She woke up to a cloudy morning, to the happy sounds of chirping. If only I could be that happy, she thought. She got up, and dressed for school. As she went to the kitchen, she could hear the faint smell of alcohol, and loud snores. She saw her father, asleep on the sofa, with some alcoholic drink in his hands. She blinked, opened the door and left the home. Her brother had ran away from home, at the age of 16. He had had enough. She hadn't had contact with him in years. She missed her brother. Her brother was always there to protect her when her father was drunk. He was abusive, and her brother had the bruises to show it. Now, she was left alone. She was afraid to bring her friends to her house, because she didn't want them to see the state of her dad. She arrived at school, with a sad expression on her face. As she saw her friends waiting for her, she put on a smile and waved at them. She always did. It was like a mask she put on everyday. It was routine. What could she do?
School ended too early for her. Much too early. It was a Friday, and she didn't want to face her father, who would be awake by now. As she said good- bye to her friends, her happy, cheerful smile turned into a sad expression. As she pushed open the door to her house, she realized her father wasn't in the house. That's unusual, she said to herself. Usually he goes out at night. She shook of the idea and walked into her room, and sat down to write her homework. As she finished, she took a shower, and flopped down onto her bed, after locking her door.
Her father wasn't there in the morning. He usually was, drunk, sleeping on the sofa. How could someone has such a pathetic life? she asked herself. She sat down at the table, and started reading a library book. After some time, the door opened, and her father walked in, and grabbed her by the hair. She winced, and dropped the book. Her father was home, yet again, drunk.
A/N: How was that? Please Read and Review! Sorry about the short chapters- I've school, and well homework. I'm so sorry-I'll try to update as soon as I can.