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Chapter 5: What Happened Then and Next
*Flashback*
It was somewhere around 10:00. Skipper was in his bedroom, studying, and I was pacing in the living room, waiting for Dad to return home from work (or a bar, but I hoped it was work).
Soon, I heard Dad's car pull up. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, I thought.
The front door opened, and Dad walked in, carrying an full bottle. Well, more like he stumbled in. I facepalmed. He was obviously drunk. How was I supposed to talk to him, like Maurice instructed?
He looked at me and gave me a dopey smile. "Hey, little fella," he said with a slurred form of speaking. Then he started laughing for some reason. "Ain't it past your bedtime?"
I gulped. "D-dad, are-are you...alright?"
"Never better!"
I knew he wouldn't be able to think straight, but I couldn't wait any longer! "Dad, um, I don't think...I don't think you should be d-drinking..."
He stared at me and tilted his head. "But it's so much fun!" He handed me the bottle. "Try some, kid!"
I gasped. Had he lost his mind? Then, I remembered that he wasn't thinking clearly. "I'd really ratha not..."
"Try some!"
"No!"
"It makes you all happy inside!"
"No, it doesn't!"
"Sure, it does!"
"NO, I DON'T WANT TO!" With that, I slapped the bottle out of his hand. I took one look at his drunk eyes and knew that I shouldn't have done that. He looked...hostile. Like he wasn't my father...
He grabbed my shoulders. "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT!" He threw me against the wall.
I my vision blurred from the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry!"
Dad punched me, kicked me, said things I won't repeat. It was more than I could handle, and I was relieved-and worried-when my father fainted. I knew that was a side effect of alcohol, but it still frightened me.
Soon, I saw Skipper run in. He took terrified look at Dad and asked "what in the name of apple cider happened in here?"
*End of Flashback*
I wanted to stop crying, but I couldn't. I had never been through anything like that before!
"You'll be okay, little bro," Skipper cooed, stroking my messy hair. "You'll be okay."
"No, I won't!" I sobbed. "I'll neva be okay!"
I felt my brother tense up. I looked up at him. He was looking at our unconscious father, his blue eyes tainted with hatred. "Private, pack your things. We're outta here."
My wet eyes widened in shock at Skipper's words. "Are you suggesting that we runaway!?"
"Would you rather be...tormented like that, again?" he asked, his voice breaking. I realised he was trying not to start crying in front of me. I shook my head. "Pack light. Only the assentials," he instructed. "We leave at dawn."
This chapter is actually a little shorter than the others, but oh well. Please review!