It was now time to graduate. In the senior class, every name was called. Mine was first so everyone would have more time to cheer for everyone else. As the headmaster called my first name I went and got my diploma and returned to my seat. I gave the headmaster a small nod. As not to mean any form of disrespect.
Through the rest of the ceremony, I sat in the very back and stayed silent. I made sure to keep myself invisible. By time the graduation was over it was going to be dinner time soon and father would want a hot meal when he got home.
So I rushed home. I made sure that father wasn't home.and I bagan to cook him his favorite meal. Spaghetti. I made sure to pour him a drink as well. I knew after his "long" day at work, he'd want one.
Just as I had finished plating his food we stormed in the door.
"IS DINNER DONE YET!?!?" He yelled.
"Yes sir, here it is." I said quietly.
"Thats a good girl. You didn't fuck it up. Have you poured me a damn drink?"
"Yes sir." I said handing it to him.
"Have you eaten?" He asked me. He knew that I haven't eaten anything in a week and a half.
"No sir." I said keeping my eyes down.
"Good, go to bed." He spat. Tonight he was calmer. He must have lain a woman. Any other time he is never like this.
As I laid in my bed I had thought about food. In this past week and a half, I've snuck an apple and a few carrots. Anything that people wouldn't notice missing. That was around a week ago though. I haven't had much luck sneaking food.
I am free from school now. Well, that's not really a good thing. That just means I am around my drunken father all day, every day. And that means more beatings.