((Kristina's POV))
I sighed as they left. Not a bad sigh, just one of those sighs where you just had a really good day. Good day? Soda freakin' kissed me this is an amazing day. I never really thought of any of them as ever being romantic with before. Then again, I was 11 when we moved.
Soda said to call him and I already wanted to.
"Man I'm such a stalker." I said sighing. This time it was a "get a grip" kind of sigh. I never stay with any boy for long. I don't trust relationships that much. They're fun for awhile, but someone always gets hurt. Always. So I figure have your fun and end it before that happens. At least you have good memories. I see how my dad is without my mom. You know why? Because he got attached. I refuse to ever get dependent on someone and destroy my life if the person I love were taken away from me by some twist of fate. Then again, I've never been in love so I guess I should stop bashing it. Trust me I know it has its good points that seem to make it "worth it." I just look at my dad, and I don't know, nothing seems worth that.
Speaking of my dad, I heard the door open and him shakily walk through. Drunk again. Shocker. I try to ignore him when he's like this. He tends to get mad at me for no reason whatsoever.
When I tried to sneak up the steps he grabbed my arm.
"Krishtina, why is the floor alllll wet?" he asked stammering on all his words.
I knew he wouldn't like the answer I had a bunch of boys over while you weren't home so I told him half the truth.
"I went swimming. Bye." And I started to walk up the steps.
"Hey!" he said and gripped my arm way tighter than necessary and dragged me down.
"Don't you lie to me girl." He said his temper rising.
"I'm not lying now let me go." I said rolling my eyes.
"Let you go.. I'll let you go." And he punched me in the stomach and threw me down on the steps.
"Teach you to talk to me like that! I'm your god damn father!" he screamed at me. But I was used to it by now. He's been doing this for awhile now.
"Your right dad now can I please go upstairs?" I asked lying out my teeth.
"Go. I don't want to look at you." He said and waved his arm at me and stumbled into the kitchen.
I sighed once again. Weird, how much my mood has changed in the course of five minutes.
