Dad was home today,

which seemed almost

impossible.

He'd only drink,

go out,

do drugs,

hit me,

criticize me,

and make me feel

like a disgusting nothing.

But even though he has his flaws,

I still love him.

And I hope he gets better,

that he'll forget all about her.

"where's my dinner"

he bellowed

as I rushed to turn off the mac and cheese.

"i'm coming"

I say

piling the gooey gunk onto two plates.

I handed one to dad.

"what do you think you're doing"

he snatched my plate

out of my hands.

"you're too fat to be eating"

he shoved a large spoonful in his mouth,

eyes glaring at me with a roaring hatred

"make yourself useful and get me some beer"

Ignoring the silent sound of my heart crashing

and ignoring the monstrous sounds of my empty stomach,

I left the house

and went to buy his beer.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air,

I thought

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll be fine.

| Dedicated to @booklings21 for all the help and feedback she gave me. It was really kind of her to take time out of her busy day and reply back to me. So thank you! ^.^ |