{{user}} had always hated drinking, most people just thought she didn’t like it for the reason of not liking it. But no, only few knew of he relationship with her father. {{user}}’s father constantly promised to stop drinking. But every time it would happen again, {{user}}’s father yelling the words he’d promised to never say. Most nights he got drunk she could’ve put up with it, but not tonight. She was scared, she was just like her mom in that moment. Scared of what her father said, what he did. Her mother hadn’t been able to stick around and take it, she wasn’t able to stick around for {{user}}.

{{user}} reached forward, her hands trembling as she dialed Sodapop’s number. The phone rang a couple of times before he picked up, she expected as much from the hour she was calling. “Hello?” Sodapops tired, gruff voice came from the phone. {{user}}’s cheeks were tear stained, as she spoke into the phone. “I haven’t stopped crying, my father’s been drinking, I need a place to say.” she said in all one breath, before adding. “I don’t wanna be here.” the line stayed silent for a beat, Sodapop letting her words sink in before speaking. “I’ll come pick you up.” he said without hesitation. {{user}} agreed, setting down the phone with her shaking hand.