Chapter 2

My deep reflection was cut off by a loud clanging noise and a hoarse shout. Obviously, my "father" had woken up from his drunken slumber, and it was obviously from the noise. Wood isn't exactly soundproof, and that's all my room is. Wooden walls and floors covered in more wooden paneling. I had a few rugs, but they were all worn and ratty. Perks of not being cared about by your own dad.

I walked out of my room, taking my precious time. I was in no rush to figure out why he was awake. It was most likely Merle, who probably dropped a pot or bowl "accidentally". Sure enough, Dad was yelling at Merle for being a clumsy fool, and rambling how his life would be easier without "her stupid kids". After a a few seconds of silence, he yelled back at Merle.

"Well?!" He shouted. "Say something boy!"

Merle had been holding back his rage. But he couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Okay,Dad," he snapped. " How about you don't spend half your time getting drunk over a woman who you forced to leave?! Then, you wouldn't have to spend the other half of your day sleeping!"

All hell broke loose. Dad gave a shout, then rewarded Merle's truthful defiance with a backhand.

" Mind your own business!" he roared. " She wasn't good for nothing but-"

" Stop", Merle whispered. Tears gleamed in his eyes. Not sadness nor hurt. It was anger,hatred,that drove those tears. " Just STOP! Maybe if you payed attention to her, she would've done anything for you! I don't know what happened to you. You used to be a good man,husband, father," He made sure to emphasize that last word. " But you changed. Became a drunk, started to abuse your own love. Now, you're after your own children! Make a move, Pop. Make it and I hope it kills me"

I saw Dad twitch. He was going berserk inside, trying to prevent himself from letting it out. I tensed,ready for anything. One move, and I would react. One move,and my instinct would take over.