Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Hum...
"Well, Someone is obsessed with that show." I murmured to Sam. "Try to see if you can talk to him, I'll be back." -
"Okay." I finished my cookie and sat down next to him on the couch. "Hey Dad. What's up?" I tried to keep the mood happy. He swatted me away. "Jus' git me a drink." My eyes widened. I've seen this before, about a million times. The slur in his voice, the glazed over look in his eyes. It was like Randy... Only worse because this was my father.
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I set my cookie down, Went upstairs,and took an asprin,, 'Cuz my head still hurt. I quietly walke down the stairs into the kitchen. I guess Sam couldn't see me. I grabbed My cookie, I just loved loved loved that cookie.
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*Walked
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Woah, Alana. The 'Only worse because this was my father' sends shivers up my spine.
LOL, In the beggining, Randy... Nevermind. -
zomg, i know right... i wrote that as if it was my own. 'cuz imagine how scary it is... i'm reading this book called Bottled Up. mind if i tie some things in from there?
"God dammit, Samantha. Don't let me say it again." I quickly got up, searching the fridge for some beer. Preferrably Canadian beer, is what he said. -
ozze? :/
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Mom made me get off.
Sure, Go 'head, Alana.
I just stood there. Wow. He seemed so irritating, So.. drunk. -
*Coughz*
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*STANDZ*
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:) hai there. mothers are annoying.
I opened it, pouring it into a glass with ice. "'Urry up. I dun' got all day!" I jumped at the sound of his voice, like a knife to the throat. "O-o-okay..." I picked up the glass, turning quickly. The bottle fell, smashing to bits. "What the HELL!?" he screamed, lumbering into the kitchen. Oh, s---. Oh s---, oh s---, oh s---. -
Uhuh ;/
I swear that my heart stopped. I had backed-up a few minutes before, So only I could see them, They couldn't see me.
(I sense the Randy statement is close, No?) -
(close, as in, like, a post away.)
"Pick it up. Every last f---ing bit of it. NOW." he slapped the glass out of my hand; it shattered to the floor as well. "Look what you've done, dammit. Not even your mother was as foolish as you." That struck a nerve in me. Tears poured down my face as I picked up the shards, each one drawing blood from my hands. -
I furrowed my brow. Pure hate bloomed inside of me. I snapped in half. This used to be my FATHER. The one who understood us, Took us fishing, Watched movies with us on sunday. He used to love us too.
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Brb.
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