"This is my stop.", chapter 2
Cleo slammed the door behind her so it shook, and then wiped the tear away. She took the chance to look through the window at him, but he was already walking further on down the road. He turned a corner and vanished. Typical She marched into the kitchen, and was about to open the fridge when she saw her father. He was sitting at the table, beer in hand, with empty bottles lying around him.
"Woo that was?" He said, taking another swig, and throwing the empty bottle to the ground. It smashed into a million tiny pieces, and Cleo winced. "Woo that was?" He said, more angrily this time.
"No one dad, it wasn't anybody," she lied. Her dad frowned, and banged his fist on the table.
"Lying to you're me!" He shouted, stamping on another bottle. It cracked under his foot, and Cleo took a step back.
"No, I'm not Dad... Dad... you're drunk," she answered shakily, stating the obvious. It had been a while since her father had been like this, and she knew what would happen. It seemed worse this time though... He was aiming it straight at her.
"Are yes you!" He yelled, taking another beer from the fridge. He held it in its forceful grip, his face getting red with anger.
"No dad, I'm not!" She yelled, losing her temper. She kicked the fridge door shut, and was about to leave when her father grabbed her arm. "OW!" She screeched, squirming away from him. When he loosened his grip there was a large red mark left in its place. Her dad, on impulse, suddenly threw the beer bottle at her. She ducked it, and it smashed in the wall. Liquid poured everywhere, and Cleo stepped back shakily.
"Look you did now it!" Her dad whined, and went to pick up a large piece of glass. He aimed for her arm, and threw it. She tried to avoid it, but it cut through her, leaving a gash. She looked down at the cut, which was bleeding freely.
"Dad!" she screamed, running to him and knocking another piece of glass out of his hand. He would only get madder from now on. She kicked the shattered material out of her dads reach, and turned to run through the door. Her fathers face scrunched further and his arm flew at her, a clenched fist at the end of it. He caught her on the other arm, instantly leaving a dark bruise. He began hitting her over and over, his arms driven by rage. After a while he stopped, panting. Cleo was leaning against the wall, covered in cuts and bruises. Her father staggered backwards and onto the chair, shakily reaching for the only beer bottle left intact. Before he took a swig, he said the only sentence he could say without mixing up his words.
"Blame your boy for this."
"Woo that was?" He said, taking another swig, and throwing the empty bottle to the ground. It smashed into a million tiny pieces, and Cleo winced. "Woo that was?" He said, more angrily this time.
"No one dad, it wasn't anybody," she lied. Her dad frowned, and banged his fist on the table.
"Lying to you're me!" He shouted, stamping on another bottle. It cracked under his foot, and Cleo took a step back.
"No, I'm not Dad... Dad... you're drunk," she answered shakily, stating the obvious. It had been a while since her father had been like this, and she knew what would happen. It seemed worse this time though... He was aiming it straight at her.
"Are yes you!" He yelled, taking another beer from the fridge. He held it in its forceful grip, his face getting red with anger.
"No dad, I'm not!" She yelled, losing her temper. She kicked the fridge door shut, and was about to leave when her father grabbed her arm. "OW!" She screeched, squirming away from him. When he loosened his grip there was a large red mark left in its place. Her dad, on impulse, suddenly threw the beer bottle at her. She ducked it, and it smashed in the wall. Liquid poured everywhere, and Cleo stepped back shakily.
"Look you did now it!" Her dad whined, and went to pick up a large piece of glass. He aimed for her arm, and threw it. She tried to avoid it, but it cut through her, leaving a gash. She looked down at the cut, which was bleeding freely.
"Dad!" she screamed, running to him and knocking another piece of glass out of his hand. He would only get madder from now on. She kicked the shattered material out of her dads reach, and turned to run through the door. Her fathers face scrunched further and his arm flew at her, a clenched fist at the end of it. He caught her on the other arm, instantly leaving a dark bruise. He began hitting her over and over, his arms driven by rage. After a while he stopped, panting. Cleo was leaning against the wall, covered in cuts and bruises. Her father staggered backwards and onto the chair, shakily reaching for the only beer bottle left intact. Before he took a swig, he said the only sentence he could say without mixing up his words.
"Blame your boy for this."
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