Chapter 8
I paid the taxi man and pulled my bags out. There was a car in the driveway. I sighed. It was bound to be a very long summer break. I knocked on the door. It opened to reveal my father. "KALEEN! HOW ARE YA BABY!" He asked throwing an arm over my shoulder. I glanced under his arm and saw several empty beer bottles in on the floor.
"Dang…" I whispered to myself
"What was that?"
"Nothing I just said… Dad! It's so nice to see you again."
"You too Colin…"
I rolled my eyes so it wasn't my imagination before. He is drunk.
"It's Kalen dad…"
"Of course it is."
"Did I hear Kalen there!" My mom asked peaking around the door.
"Hi mom."
"Good to see you sweetie." She said hugging me. I smelled alcohol on her to. "Now I'm sure your hungry. I'm not sure what we have but you know where everything is!"
"Right mom." I said.
I walked into the kitchen. After I made sure the door was closed I checked the liquor cabinet. They were fully stocked and once I opened the fridge I saw that the maybe two cases of beer on the floor in the living room had barley made a dent in their stash.
I made a sandwich and dad came in for another bottle. "Um dad… Don't you think that you've maybe had enough to drink so far today?" I asked.
"WHAT?" He yelled.
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He gave me a quick slap in the face. "You don't know what you're talking about Kaleen! You're not the adult now go to your room!"
I dashed upstairs and glanced in the mirror. I was starting to bruise.
"Well that went downhill fast…"