Mom left my dad. Good for her. Listen, I know she didn't care about me, but did she have to leave me. So instead, she take my brother... She left me all alone with the one person who might hate me than anything in the world. You might think I'm being dramatic, but honestly I'm not. I'm actually being dead serious. Dad, as you all know, didn't acknowledge my existence. I've said many times before and as much as I want to say that it's not true, I know that it is. I try to show him that I'm worth something. Whenever I can, I do nothing but nice things for him. Do I ever get a "thanks" or "your the best, Cat"? Nope.
The second Mom and My brother stepped foot out of the house with that big blue suitcase, Dad cracked open the liquor cabinet. He pulled out the bugged bottle in there and started chugging away. It was starting to worry about that, he's not exactly a good drunk person. Mom shouldn't have left me like this, but what could she possibly do about it. Nothing. She couldn't do anything about it at all. She probably wouldn't even try.
I ran up to my room and hid underneath my covers. I heard a bunch of crashing and thumping coming from downstairs. I heard grunting and shouting emanating from the lower level of my house. There was a thumping noise coming from the stairs. It got closer and louder. Dad was coming up the stairs and was heading towards my room. he pounded on my door. I didn't want to answer my door, I was too afraid. But then there was a shattering. I think he threw his bottle against my door.
"Come on Kitty Cat, open the door for Daddy."
I foolishly got up and opened the door. It slowly creaked open. There, standing in front of me, was my drunken dad with a broken bottle in his hand. He slowly stumbled towards me. With each step he took forward, I took a step back. He came closer and closer to me with that broken bottle. I still had that black eye, and I think might be getting another one soon. Dad looked straight at my bare arm. He charged forwards.
"It's all your fault, you're the reason they left. It's all because of you!"
I was pushed up against my window. He took the bottle and started at my shoulder. The glass pierced my skin and I let out a scream of pain. He dragged the glass down my arm to my wrist. It hurt and I didn't know what else to do but scream, hoping he would just stop. He didn't stop for a second. He looked at my other arm and did the same to it. I felt my shirt being taken off, a sharp object being stabbed into me. The bottle was once again dragged across my skin. I was covered in a bloody mess.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue mustang. Jade! That was Jade's car, u would recognize it anywhere. One long, black jean covered leg stuck itself out of the car. The rest of Jade came out. She had her keys in her hand a d closed the door and locked the car. She walked towards the door. Downstairs I heard the doorbell ring. My blood covered dad stopped cutting me. He looked at my closed door. He left the bottle in me and ran away. I looked out the window moments later and saw him running to his car. Jade wasn't at the door anymore.
"Jade!" I yelled hoping she was still here