21: Sleep
I was shell shocked...
Shook to the core of my heart.
The extent of the damage that I created made me pull my knees to my chest, trying to protect myself from the world... everything that hurts.
Father paced the room in a deranged manner, I rocked myself on the floor as he walked across the room like a mad man.
And then he stopped and turned towards me.
I froze.
He slowly started walking towards me.
"You..."
I froze and looked at his bloodshot eyes,
"Dad..."
Instantly, I knew that something was coming, my body bracing itself for the reaction.
There was a glass bottle of alcohol on the table, he picked it up and swung.
I recoiled and jumped up from my spot. But he wasn't aiming for me, he shattered it on the table next to him and stared at me.
I gulped, fisting my hands and cowered to the wall.
Deep down, I knew that the bottle was meant for me.
A silent tear fell down my face and he left the room.
Just left out the door into the night...