A/N: Thanks guys, I got like 16 reviews, I wish that would happen everytime...
Someone wondered if this was part 1 or part two. This is Part 2 of this story, and to answeranother question I started it at chapter 1 because it takes place a few weeks after the 32nd chapter. I hope that helped you fantastic readers.
Chapter 2, Vodka
Alex's P.O.V
I went to my house knowing fully that my ass-of-a-father was there. He's not all that nice to me. Unless… of course, you consider getting beat and thrown up against a wall by your father is nice... which I highly doubt.
I saw him lying on the pull-out couch. I figured he had passed out. I went to the liquor cabinet and opened it. Unfortunately for me one of the bottles was leaning on the glass door and fell as I did so. Open it I mean. The glass shattered all over the place so did whatever happened to be in the bottle. I quickly grabbed two bottles out looking quickly at the labels. I put them behind the wall; the cabinet was right by the hallway.
"Damn," I muttered, looking over at the man on the couch.
I try my hardest to deny the fact that he is my father. Maybe it's shame. But I think of it more as a bad choice my mother made when she decided to sleep with the man I know as my father.
I saw his eyes flutter open, right away he looked toward the cabinet. He probably wants another drink. Instantly he saw the glass and liquid all over the floor. He looked angry. I hated it when this happens.
"You bitch, you're in my cabinet again." I was not prepared for this… though I should have been. He used that trick all the time. And to tell you the truth it was getting to the point where I usually caught on.I guess I have a lot on my mind, like that's a good excuse.
He got up and came near me. I was frozen solid. When your father beats you an a daily basis you tend to, for some unknown reason, wonder what he's going to do this time, every time you see the anger in his eyes. I could tell from the smell on him, he'd been in the liquor himself. But I remained silent. He grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me at it, the cabinet.
Instantly I felt wet. I couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or from blood. There was one bottle left standing when it was all over. It was unopened and of course was full. I knew he'd use it some how and wondered how but then something happned to me, something I never knew I could do.
Instinct took over and I grabbed it. I took a chance and smashed it over his head. I knew it wouldn't kill him. Or even remotely close to that. All it would do is make him pass out from shock. He did and I ran.
I went to my room, and changed, there was some blood but it had stopped by this time. On my way out I grabbed the vodka I had put in the hall, I didn't even look back.