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*This chapter contains mentions of alcohol and physical abuse.*

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((Tobias))

"You know what, Tobias?" the drunk man slurred. "You're not a good person. I mean, sure, you can be ni-nice, sometimes," he hiccuped, "but you're just no fun."

I said nothing.

"You know what you are?" he asked. I already knew he would answer the question for me. "You're worthless."

"Sir, I didn't mean to-" I was cut off by a slap to my cheek. The blow stung, surely, but I knew I couldn't show any pain, or else he would just hit me harder.

"Sir?" He spat.

The man stumbled toward me closer. He leaned in, his mouth against my ear, and I could smell the lingering scent of alcohol on his tongue. He said the words agonizingly slow, making sure I heard every one of them.

"I'm no 'Sir' to you. I'm your father."

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It was June 28, 2015.

I sat on the couch, television blaring, yet I was paying no attention at all.

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. Who could have been at the door of the shitty apartment my father and I shared?

I had actually been planning to tell him I was moving into the college dorms, or an apartment near the campus, soon, but I didn't get around to it. Whether I was too afraid or he was too drunk, I never got the chance to mention it.

I sighed wistfully, dreaming about the day when I would get away from this place.

I walked to the old brown door, hand shaking nervously as I reached for the handle.

Through the window, I saw a police officer.

No.

My father has been arrested three times. And the very night he was released, he would take all of his built up anger and frustration out on me. The beatings were gruesome on those nights, and once, I couldn't go to school the next day.

"H-hello?" I stuttered, failing to keep confidence in my voice. I always did. "What would you like, sir?"

Memories flooded to my mind from two days ago, and I mindlessly felt the side of my cheek where he slapped me.

"Hello, Tobias Eaton?" he asked, the question wavering in the air for a few moments before I answered.

"That's me!" My voice cracked. I laughed nervously.

"Yes, hello Mr. Eaton," he said. I winced.

"Mr. Eaton is my dad," I said softly.

The "I'm just his no good son" was implied.

"Well, that's the subject I was going to speak with you about," the officer said. "Why don't you take a seat?"

I was terrified that they had found out about the beatings, so I just shook my head and told him he was fine to proceed while I was standing. I don't think I could have moved my legs if I wanted to.

"Do you know where your dad was last night?" he asked. I shook my head again because I didn't.

"Well, he was out, as you may know, but he was also drinking." I calmed down a bit. At least they didn't know about him hitting me. And this wasn't anything new.

"Unfortunately, your father made some bad choices last night," the officer continued. A solemn look crossed his face. "He was arrested, due to drunk driving."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.

The officer continued, but I wasn't listening any more. The only thing I could say to him was, "No."

That was the last thing I said that night.

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It is now August 21, 2015.

That's the last thing I've said in three months.

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