On the way to Emmett's house the next day, I decided to stop by my own. When I got there, I noticed my dad was home. I took a deep breath and walked in.

He didn't make a comment to me as I walked past him to get all the bills out of the mail basket. The usual bills, water, electric, and the house payment. After they were all paid, with my paycheck, I straitened the house up from the other night, and then make my dad dinner.

I fried some chicken, his favorite, and made some macaroni and cheese, his other favorite, and took it in to him.

He looked at me when I sat it down on the table next to him and straightened up the sofa.

"Sorry." He grumbled, looking at the TV.

"It's fine." I said softly.

"No, it's not… you do everything around here, and what do I do? Lay around here while you go work yourself to death and give you a bunch of crap when you get home? What a hell of a father I am. You even pay the bills with your paycheck. You know, a girl your age should be at the mall spending it with your friends."

"I don't really have any friends aside Emmett…" I admitted, gathering all of the empty beer bottles scattered around the floor and throwing them in the recycle can.

"My fault, again. I'm glad you came back, Rosalie." he said.

"I'm not staying here, dad." I said. "I'm staying at Emmett's house… I'm just not ready to be back here again, not after what happened the other night." My roots still hurt from having my hair pulled. "You're not usually that violent when you're drunk."

"Rose… I'm sorry… after you are mom left, I just lost it. I want to stop drinking…," he said.

I felt like saying, "I'll believe it when I see it!" but I didn't. My father has been drinking since I was born. "Kay." Was all I said as I walked out the door and to Emmett's house.

When I walked in, he was stoned and falling all over the place. With a sigh, I gently set him on the sofa. "Em, you promised me you'd stop this." I said.

"I triiedddd." He said playing with my ponytail.

I helped my father, so maybe I could help Emmett. It took sixteen years to help my father, so hopefully Emmett would be a little faster.