Dad?

I leave all my stuff with Chandler, and swiftly begin the walk home. But I wasn't alone, Chandler was close on my tail, and I could still hear his mum screaming down the road asking where we were going in such a rush.

"What's the matter?" Chandler says, trying to keep up with me, but I carry on walking, blocking out all background noise. He grabs my wrist, and spins me around, my face now facing his. "Your scaring me! You don't need to go with him."

He tries to stop me, but it doesn't work, I'm so focused on getting to my house, I don't want to go, but I feel as if I have too. "Please. Why?" I can faintly hear Chandler cry. "You've seen what he does to people! I need to push him away, I need to tell him I don't want him. And I'm going to."

I arrive up to my front door, and I can see my mum and dad's figures in the windows, arms waving around, indicating an argument was brewing.

I knock on the door, and wait. My mum opens the door, and I step in, no words spoken. "Do you want me to come?" Chandler asks."I don't want you to, I need you to"

I walk into my front room, and there stands my dad. He's still tall, we'll built, muscular, and by the smell of alcohol in the room, still an alcoholic.

"Sweetheart, come give your dad a hug." My dad says, opening his arms. But I refuse. I stand there frozen, and his arms swiftly meet his thighs again. "Not the hugging type I guess." He says aside, I presume he didn't want me to hear but I heard it clearly.

He walks up to me, and ask he speaks, the smell of liquor rolls off his lips. "Look at how much you've grown up." He says, placing his hand on my cheek.I feel disgusted, and I shake his hand off.I soon regretted it though, he grasps my cheeks tightly, and I struggle to breathe. "Let..go.." They were the only words I managed to get out, I wanted to say more but I couldn't.

"Your scum anyway." He releases his grip, and walks away.

"I'm not coming with you." I say, standing my ground. "Yes, you are. Do not undercut what I say." He says, anger in his eyes."Your an alcoholic, shit father, a user, manipulative,you don't love anyone, it's all about you. You do what pleases you, what benefits you. You don't care about anyone else. You hit me, hit mum. Your a low life anyway. You're the scum bag not me. I'm not coming with you, get that into your head."

"Excuse me?" He approaches me, and his face becomes red, anger fills his cheeks.

"You're an ungrateful little bitch, you're disgusting. Ungrateful, you are coming with me." His hand wraps around my arm, and he begins to drag me out of the house. I kick and hit him, begging to be let go. "Let me go, you bastard." "No."

Before I knew it, I was dragged out of the house, and thrown into a car."Chandler!" I scream, and the door slams.