i'm sorry if this story isn't any good but if you like it , thankies.....;
False Impressions
prolouge : hurt
Sarah rolled over in her bed and peered over the side , she could hear her father below her, slurringsomething awful. she rolled back ontop. He had been this way for days, days with no ends. There was something troubling him and she didn't know what. The door opened and thumped against the wall , he was drunk holding a bottle of 151 and in the other maker's mark whiskey. He wiped the drool on his chin off on his arm , leaving a little spit stain. Sarah sat up not sure of what to do. "what's happened to you?" Sarah questioned her father, not sure of anything yet.