I walked up the front door. My arms were shaking, as I put them on the door handle. I knew what to expect but really didn't want to accept it right now. My day was already not the greatest and I didn't need the added stress. After a few minutes I opened the door to no surprise; my dad was once again passed out on the floor. It just reassured me why Kate left. She told me she had enough, and she just left. My mom haven't been the same since; the sad thing is she hasn't left him yet. I stared back at the door thinking of leaving the same way I came in.

I stepped over multiple beer bottles, as I headed for the kitchen. I nearly tripped over my dad as I stumbled into the kitchen table. I jolted to the floor hitting my head on the corner of the table leg. When I got up I went to the fridge to look for something to eat. Their wasn't much in the fridge except for beer, wine, rum, and pretty much anything alchohol related. I closed the fridge; carefully stepping back into the livingroom down the hallway to my bedroom.

I reached for my bedroom closing the door behind me. I layed on my bed. My bed contained a flimsy six inch mattress on top of an equally thin box spring. I had a blue comforter on it and a pink pillow to give the dull bed some kind of life. I layed on my bed staring at the ceiling for a couple minutes when I finally got up and looked at my mirror on the wall. I didn't like what looked back.

A pale, lonely girl looked back at me. I didn't look at myself often but when I did I seen the same thing. I felt like wasted space on this Earth. I just see a corpse with strawberry blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and just lifeless structure. I remembered when I use to look in the mirror and be able to say I was proud of what I saw. I never thought myself as beautiful but as confindence. I turned away from the mirror and face first back into my bed.

I layed on my bed until I heard my mother come home. I got up and headed into the living room where she stood with a six pack of beer and a twenty six shot bottle of rum. She looked at me and didn't smile. She looked exausted, and very depressed. I wish she would stop working two full time jobs and buying booze for him. I shook my head and sat down on the couch.

"Salice how was your day?" she asked me

"The same as any other day," I said in a low voice, turning away

"You haven't a bad day?"

"Yes," I said, then I couldn't stop myself, "Like every day of my fucked up life,"

"Sal," she cried, "Why do you have to make things worse then they actually are?"

"You are married to a loser,"

"He is a good person," Melinda tried to explain but I wanted nothing to do with it. I picked up a empty beer bottle and through it at a wall seeing it shatter.

I closed my eye for a second to avoid looking at my mother's face. I felt bad for making my mom feel worthless, but I didn't know if I could take much more of her defending. It is weird since I have for the past three years. My sister Kate one day about less then a year after our dad really had a problem, a couple weeks after he lost his job for good. Throwing a beer bottle was one of the better things of what I could have done. I could have easily broke a window, or call the police.I haven't yet but many times I have came close. I really don't think I'm a violent person but more of someone in great pain. I opened my eyes to see my mom just staring at me and my dad still passed out.

"Salice," she cried. I looked right at her. She was shifting back and forth. She looked so old then she actually is. People think she is in her late fourties when in reality she is only thirty six. She had her children when she was just a teenager. It still hurts me but I learned to cope with her immaturity sometime. She does have her party moments up intill recently that is. She is a very angry person right now.

"What?" I screamed, "What is it you want?" My heart was beginning to beat at million beats per minute. Sweat was building up and I could feel the anger building.I didn't wait much more then a second beforeI headed down the hallway and closed the door behind me. I didn't hear my mother follow mr; she haven't cared about my feelings in awhile. She didn't care about Kate's and now she isn't about mine.

I just sat there staring at the ceiling not thinking about much; my thoughts were interrupted when I heard my mother scream. I got up and walked into the livingroom to see my mom on the floor. My dad was standing above her with a broken beer bottle in his hand. She had blood dripping down her arm, and her face was wet with tears and sweat. I reached back into my room where I found my house keys and my purse. I clutched them tightly running straight for the front door. In the corner of my eyes my dad stared right at me.

"Where do you think your going?" he asked screaming

I was allready outside before I answered. I got up and ran feeling upset, my heart was beating at a million miles per hour. Sweat was dripping down my slender face.