chapter 6

Here I am, again laying on my bed, my earphones playing loud music, that I can feel in all my body removing all bad vibes from my soul, I was wondering, how should I bring up the subject of my father, who still have our keys fall asleep in our hall completely drunk and dirty and has vanished in the morning. And then I remembered that we have class tomorrow and will have to confront Kevin if I run into him, then I heard my mother has just come back from her business trip, I put down my phone in my room and went downstairs to greet her. She looked tired and sick, she hasn't spoken or even say hello. I made dinner, she barely touched her plate she avoided eye contact, I got up made dishes, and got back to my room, I checked out my phone, I found three missed calls from Neil, I called him back he was drunk:  "hello sweetie" he began "I've missed you, I want to see you " he grinned

" Where are you? '' I asked, after 15 minutes of a nonsense talk he gave me the address of the bar I knew too well; where I used to pick up my drunk dad every night As I walked in I smelt that unusual smell of drugs and then beers and wine, people stared at me like a target, they want to eat my skin I felt sick, I finally found him, barely alive; drinking a beer not even noticed my arrival, I sat down, looked at him and waited for him to see me, it didn't take long though, even with that state he is able to feel my presence. He turned his head and smiled "hi" he whispered, " we have to go, stop drinking !", he laughed and stated: "I was sexually abused for 5 years in a row since my 10th birthday when my dad died, my mother got married to a guy, and he was touching me and you know, I could never say anything to anyone, until one day I sat up a camera in the living room recorded everything I was really good with all the technology gadgets and I let my mother know, she chased him out and he went to jail. Sometimes I feel bad and I came here so that can alcohol make me forget how humiliated and shameful every moment with him made me feel.

I was standing there completely shocked he fell asleep on that dirty table, partly snoring I tried to carry him out of the bar, he was heavy, my mind was blowing with questions why did he open up to me that way?  Is it because of alcohol? I can't believe how messed up his life was, and how is it too easy to judge a book from its cover, even though he was mean to me for the whole year I can see how broke he is, I was wondering how I can help him and I remembered my dad, who's our love, didn't fix him, he never had opened up to any of us, even drunk we never knew what had happened to him, and why he had become that way.

I tried to carry him out of that dirt, and take him home, he was too heavy, and since I don't know his place, mine was the only option I had, I sighted thinking that my mother will have to deal with all of this mess I have been trying to keep from her. As I stepped into my home, I saw her sitting in the kitchen, I took him upstairs, took off his clothes, and put some medicine and a bottle of water, which I was sure he will need, once he wakes up tomorrow morning. I went downstairs to look for my mother, "hi how was your trip ?" I asked. She didn't look at me as she hasn't even got my voice. " What's going on? Mom! I shouted, " you wouldn't understand" she whispered.

I was tired, exhausted of that endless day, it's already 1 am and I have class, I can't sleep anywhere but my bedroom but he is in there, so I stayed on the couch, waiting for the sun to raise up.