Friday 16 April 2017 15:30pm
Of course detention wasn't the worst.The substitute had a bad case of hangover and told us to do what we want.I just did my homework for the next hour.It had started 14:30 so I at least wouldn't be to late,otherwise I'd probably have to deal with my dad.
I had reached my car after stopping by my locker.My car was pretty old a Toyota Taz and it was about 12 years old,my grandma gave it to me when I turned 16,before she moved upstate.
I then turned up the radio to listen to a personal favorite of mine.
"Shawn Mendes-Mercy".Really good song.
I arrived home and heard my father yelling,oh boy here we go again.
I walked in and saw my father peak over the couch.
"Heyyyyyy kid!Fetch me a drink would ya!"He practically yelled.
"Alright."I simply replied.He was drunk nothing new there also barely knew my name so no point in disagreeing with a drunk guy.
I then went to the fridge and got him out a glass of scotch.I then brought it to him and he jugged it and then sat it down hardly.
"Get me another one kid!"He shouted in my face.
"Dad you can't drink this much it's not good for ya."I said and he looked annoyed.
"Now you don't know what's good for me kid."He growled and I sighed.
"Dad you can't just drink you're problems away."I said getting frustrated.Suddenly his expression shifted.
"YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT WHAT I AM GOING THROUGH."He yelled and I slammed my fist on the tabletop.
"Your kidding right?You didn't lose mom alone,we both did..."I said and stopped for a moment."I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THINK I AM OVER IT.HOW COULD I BE?IT WAS MY OWN MOTHER DAD SO HOW COULD YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE?"
"SHUT UP!"He yelled and threw a punch and I fell back on the floor because of the force of the punch.He then realised what he did and walked away.
I then got up slowly and wipe the blood from my nose.My dad wasn't a bad person,it was always his drinking that brought out a bad side.This all happend in freshmen year and when my mom had gotten a stage 2 tumor and she didn't take the chemo and even though I tried to convince her,it was always to no avail.She died last year.The tumor had progressed over the years and my dad's drinking got worse last year.He started hitting me last year aswell and I didn't blame him for it.He loved and cared for my mother deeply,but when she died it broke him.He was still griefing and I was to but I am so tired of this life.
But what could I do.I mean I just try to bear the bullshit,but I am just done at this point.Thing is though what was there to do anyway?I mean I had nowhere else to go,but I...could...no that's crazy,ludachris even!I can't just leave my dad,but why should I care anymore?Everything is always bad here and to runaway,I could start a new life somewhere else and maybe be happy again.I mean I have the money I spared up for college and the hospital bill money I never got to use.I could get a job and everything and no one here would really care?I mean it would be a happy ending for everyone,right?I am done taking this shit at 3:00am tomorrow moring I am out of this hell hole.For good.
0:00am 17 April 2017
I need to get the hell out of here