Confronting the past.. part II

*I look at the clock.*

Dad should be here any minute now.

"Hey Brittany, should I bring over some Barbies?"

"Yeah. I wanna play again."

"But this time, I'm going to use the red car, cuz you got to last time, and now I want to."

"But I didn't get to play with it long."

"But I didn't get to yesterday!"

"Fine."

It's my turn.

I wonder if he's here yet..

*I walk out of the apartment, and I see dad start to pull up.*

"Dad's here!"

"Okay."

"Hi daddy!"

"Hey girls."

"Hi dad."

"Well, let's go now, so I can catch the liquor store before it closes."

Again?.. Didn't we just do that yesterday?..

"Okay.."

*A couple hours later.*

"H-hey girls! Come in here.. in the kitchen!"

It's lecture time..

"Yeah?.."

I wish I could run away..

*He talks away. His voice starts to raise. His eyes are getting red, and he's squinting.*

I can't hear you.. I can't hear you.. I can't hear you.. I can't hear you...

*Hours pass. The bottle is almost gone.*

I can't hear you. I can't hear you. I can't hear you!!!

*He keeps talking, and taking shots. Vodka. Vodka. Vodka.. He starts to stagger.*

"Dad, I'm tired, it's 11."

"Hold on, I'm not d-done talking. Just listen... to me."

*My eyes get heavy.*

I need to run away.

*It's 11:30 now.*

Finally. He's done talking. I'm free.

*I head to bed, halfway in tears..*