TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse and strong language

Susie's Pov

A feeling of dread washed over me as I realized what time it was. I was supposed to be back over an hour ago, and my dad had been-

I didn't want to think about that. I just had to hope, had to dream, that he would still be passed out on the couch. Deep down I knew there was no way, but I still prayed.

I opened the door as quietly as I could and slipped inside. I successfully entered without a noise. I carefully stepped over beer cans, attempting to be silent.

My foot hit the creaky floorboard.

 "Oh, so you finally decided to come back, huh? Trying to skip out on me again?" I flinched. I knew it was too good to be true. At least...

At least he sounded sober.

 "I-I'm so sorry, dad, I-"

 "I don't wanna hear it, you ungrateful bitch. Hurry up and throw something together, I've got buddies coming over and I want a nice meal. And throw that six-pack in the fridge." He pointed at a 48-pack sitting in the corner. 

"Dad, that's not a-"

"Excuse me? Are you deaf? I told you to get the fuck in the kitchen and make me food!" He thrust the beer bottle in his hand at me. I ducked as it soared right at me and shattered on the wall behind me. 

"Now you can clean up that too, worthless whore. And no dinner. That ought to teach you to be late." 

Tears filled my eyes as I turned around and grabbed a broom. I swept up the glass and got out stuff to make spaghetti. 

Oof. So just wanna throw this out there, it you or anyone you know is going through something like this, please, get help. Call the police, the child abuse helpline, even just an adult you trust. It is not right, and you don't deserve it. Please get help.