The girl named Suicide.The girl named Suicide.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat on the couch in the dark, waiting for my Dad to come home. He hadn't come home yet and I was starting to freak. I knew he was falling into a deep state of depression. After Mom left him he became a broken man. The only reason I chose to stay with him instead my Mom was because I knew he would try something he would regret. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 2:30. The front door opened.
"Dad!" I got up without hesitation to his side. I could practically taste the booze he reeked of. " God, how much did you have to drink?" I asked while catching him from falling.
"Not that much..Billy was paying so I got no clue!" He chuckled. I sighed. That didn't even make sense. I ushered him into his room, wanting to get the drunkard's smell away from me. "Why do you think she left?" He mumbled trying to lay back in his bed, making a failure attempt and knocked his head on the headboard. I sighed. Not this again.
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