You we just a little kid and loved your daddy more than anything, even though he wasn't the best.. not even close to it. But he was still your father.

he came home drunk a lot, and him and Mommy argued almost every night after bedtime. Daddy was out with his band a lot, and mom said he was at parties. He also yelled at you a lot and rarely played with you, bathed you brushed your hair, or even shown you affection. He only did it when he felt guilty.

Mommy was at work tonight. It was just you and Daddy, alone. He had drunken a lot of beer tonight; you were kinda of scared. But you had a problem. You had a scratch on your knee, and it was bleeding. You needed a bandaid.

you slowly approached him, silently. You cleared your throat to get his attention, but immediately regretted it.

he scowled and looked away from the tv, glaring down at you. There were empty bottles and cans everywhere, as long as many empty snack wrappers. He was irritated just by your presence.

"The hell do you want, kid?!"