TW: Mild abuse and strong coarse language
"I 100% do not encourage this behaviour"
I turn and see that Grayson is no longer following me and I take a deep breathe before walking inside, the alcohol burning my nose as it floats in the air and I try to sneak to my room without my dad realising that I had arrived.
"Where the fuck have you been!" My father's voice booms aggressively from the lounge room, causing me to flinch and not able to move, "You've been out with guys haven't you." He laughs evilly, "You little slut. Get me a beer from the fridge!"
I try an calm myself down and I put my bag down at the bottom of the stairs, before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge and nervously walking to him in the lounge room and I open the bottle for him like usual before handing it to him.
"Good girl." My father praises, "Now clean up this mess and then get out of my sight."
I nod and I start to pick up all the rubbish and empty bottles of alcohol as quickly as possible, causing me to drop one, the glass shattering everywhere and my eyes widen in fear, knowing what is going to happen next.
"Can't you ever do anything right! Clean the fucking mess up before I lose it!"
I bite my lip, trying to hold my tears back as I quickly walk into the kitchen to grab a dustpan and brush and I start to clean the glass up.
Once I finish cleaning everything up, my dad demands once again, "get me my lighter, now."
I quickly open the draw under the coffee table where it is normally but I couldn't find it so I go to go into the other draw as my heart quickens in fear and I turn to my father, "I don't know where it is." I mutter quietly.
My father gets up angrily and storms over to where I am and slaps my hard across the cheek, "your a useless piece of shit. Why the fuck were you ever born if you can't even find one simple fucking thing!" Then he goes through the same draws I did and doesn't find it, "did you fucking take it you selfish bitch!" Then he storms up the stairs and towards my room and I quickly follow him.
I watch as my father knocks things off my desk and goes through all my draws before he stops and picks up a photo of me and mum that I had at the bottom of my draw.