Chapter 2: Pain

The pungent smell of burning cigarettes overwhelmed me. Turning the rusty, old doorknob I took a deep breath in. I stepped inside.
Rays that peered from the cracked windows guided me through the sombre room. I tip-toed my way through the living room-following the majestic rays . Laughter banged through the vicinity. "Dad?" I whispered to myself as the crack of bottles pierced through the otherwise quiet surroundings. His laughter saught attention through the darkness.
Wearing a fake smile I tumbled in to the kitchen; beer cans swamped the old wooden floor and cigarettes were thrown across the kitchen counter.. and finally, him. His body laid down the floor. "Dad? are you alright?" I shivered in fear.

Puzzled. I fell onto my knees. Hugging his warm body I felt joy. Warm... Coming back to my senses I started picking up the crumpled beer cans off the wooden floor. It was then he finally got up. Hazed by his drunk-euphoria he started screaming and squabbling to his side as I held him close. "GET OFF ME! SHES GONE. SHES GONE." Taken aback I looked down in anguish.
I could feel my heart tear apart once more. His words cut right through me. He began to speak once again, "Im stuck with you and your stoner brother! she left me with y-you two worthles-"
I ducked down and let the wall be the victim to the beer bottle thrown. The atmosphere of the entire room shifted as the sound of it smashing echoed through the room.
He continued to cause havoc. Throwing whatever in his reach.
Tears flooded my eyes. I sat there as he tore apart our lives piece by piece. If there was any sign of happiness and peace before, it certainly was not there anymore.
As if by reflex, I wiped away the flowing tears with sleeve of my sweater.
Standing up wearily, I staggered through the bitter halls which now showed no sign of hope of ever recovering.
I laid down on the warm carpeted floor of my bedroom and stared at the ceiling. Closing my eyes to the sound of rock music from the next room and crashes down the hall.
We all had our ways to adjusting after the loss. My brother locked himself away. My father drank himself away. And I drifted of to a world where everything was the way it was.

The way it should be.

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