His face twisted in disgust and I knew he was drunk. I walked down stairs and he slammed the door open. His eyes were bloodshot red and he smelt of rancid alcohol. I forced a smile,"you came home early". He growled as he shoved past me almost knocking me down. I had to force myself not to scream at him. I sat on the couch and watched" The Amazing World Of Gumball'. I yawned and was about to fall asleep but then I heard a huge crashing sound come from upstairs. I jolted upstairs and saw my door was open and my clothes all over the hall. I slowly walked to my open door and saw Dad rummaging through my things. He had knocked down my dresser and ripped out all my clothes."DAD! what the hell are you doing?!", I yelled trying to make him stop. He drunkenly shoved me back and faces toward me hands balled into fists."YOU LITTLE BRAT!", he shrieked while lunging at me. I bolted out the room and headed down stairs but he pounced on top of me causing us to fall down the stairs and hit my head on the last step. I swiftly try to push myself out from under his hold but his grip was too strong."Dad get off of me!" I yelled trying to get him off. He stood up and kicked me against my side and went to his room slamming the door shut. I sat up even though my side killing me and took deep breaths trying not to cry. I stand up and walk over to the kitchen. I had to leave somewhere or else he was probably going to kill me. I got the house phone and called Aunt Jill who lived a few miles or so from here. Holding my side so it would ease off some of the pain, she answers after a few rings.
"Hello?", a female voice asked.
"Hey, it's me Damien, I- uh need to talk to you about something"...
A moment of silence occurs before she finally answers.
"OH sweetheart! How is it going over there I'm so sorry about your Mom sweety!"
I give a slight frown and shake my head.
"Yeah it's okay I mean Dad's been drinking more.....Lately and I need somewhere where I can stay with for a night....
"Not again... I'll be there in fifteen minutes so go pack a few things and I'll meet you in the front yard".
I exhale the breath I was holding in and tell her my thanks before hanging up. Dad was still in his room and probably was passed out on his bed. I wish I didn't have a Dad sometimes.....All he did was drink and I know it's going to get worse because of my Mom's death. He was a sorry Dad anyways.....
I go upstairs again and pick up my clothes that were scattered all over the hall and bedroom. I wanted to punch him in his goddamn face but I have more sense than to do that. He would just get even more violent and beat me half to death like he did my mother. That's why she was so depressed and finally overdosed. It was my Dad's fault she died....
I clench my fists and silently pray for god to kill him. I packed what little clothes I had and headed out the front door. Aunt Jill was just pulling up as I stepped outside. She stepped out and stretched her long arms for a hug.
"It's been so long since I've seen that face of ours! She said while hugging the hell out of me.
I squirm but didn't try my hardest to get out of her hug. Her hug was nice and warm like my Moms. It made me feel happy and safe....
We were just down Main Street when she said anything,"You know I was worried that Steve would drink more because of this. I looked out the window but said nothing.
"You have a right to need a break from all of this chaos, you're going through a lot". I look back at her and see she was crying. She glanced back at me and quickly wiped her eyes," It's been hard for me too Damien".
"When is the funeral?" I said my voice cracking. My aunt gripped the steering wheel till her knuckles turned a pale white."Your Dad didn't want a funeral he said it would cost too much money.'' I grimaced at her and I began to feel dizzy again.
"What do you mean?! He was making plans for her funeral, I heard the phone calls!"I felt a hot tear hit my hand and realized I was crying. I sharply turn my head back around to the window.
"Damien, I was just as shocked that he canceled the funeral.... I thought she married a better man than that low life!" She hit the steering wheel with her hand and almost lost control of the car.
I grabbed onto the door handle until she gained control again. Thank god we weren't on a busy highway or anything. The ride was mostly silent after that and I started to get uncomfortable with the silence. I turned the radio on and she had country music playing but it was better than nothing. The song "Blue Ain't Your Color" by Keith Urban was playing and it reminded me of how Mom sung this. She would dance and sing this song even though she was off tone. I would laugh and dance with her having the best time of my life. Even though now I would never see her again... Never touch or feel her loving hugs again..... Never will I be able to say to her "I love you."