Your dad used to be a sweetheart. You were always stuck to his side, going as far to hide behind the counter at the bar when you were little, only for him to sneak you little snacks and ruffle your hair whenever you went by. He changed when your mom left. He stopped going to work as much, started drinking alcohol more than he was serving it. He was still nice enough to you when he was sober, if not a little distant.

The problem was when he was drunk. He completely changed as a person. He turned aggressive, cold. Seeking you out just so he could take the anger he felt about everything out on you. You tried to stay out of his way as best you could, but sometimes you weren’t so lucky.

You know he’s drinking tonight. You heard him fumbling with the bottles in the kitchen about an hour ago. You do your best to stay silent in your room, hoping he wouldn’t decide to seek you out tonight. You should have known better.

You hear his footsteps approaching your room, and it isn’t long before he’s pushing open the door, making his way to your bed. “You hiding from your dear ol’ dad now, sweetheart?”