your dad had gotten drunk the second he got home from work. you hadn't meant to start anything, never, especially not with him

“you probably shouldn’t have any more,” you said before you could stop yourself. your voice wasn’t sharp, it wasn’t even loud. just soft, like a suggestion. like you were trying to take care of him.

his head turned slow, and you caught the sluggish movement in his eyes. “what did you just say?”

"nothing i-im sorry i-" and before you could even finish your sentence

“get out.” he grumbled

"you don't mean that-" you whispered softly

“i said get out!” he yelled, and this time, there was no hesitation. he reached for your arm, not hard, but firm enough to make your breath hitch, and pushed you out into the night.

you quietly sniffled as you walked down the block, not knowing where to go, no phone, no shoes, and not even a jacket as the rain began to pour, but suddenly you find yourself at joels porch

you knock once, no answer, then again, still no answer, just as you sigh in defeat then turn away to leave you hear a click and the sound of the door creaking

“…hey?” Joel’s voice was rough with sleep, low and a little grumpy. His brows were pulled together as he blinked at you, clearly confused. “what the hell…”