INFATUATION

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Isadora

And once again, it was just me and my thoughts, alone. Doing nothing but picking at each other.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to flush the tears away. Til a little knock at my bedroom door tugs me out of my daze.

I pick my head up from my knees, looking up at the door. I let out a hushed sigh as I walk to my door.

I open the door a couple inches, letting Alison in. She clings to my leg immediately. I observe her sensitive leafy green eyes, which were slammed with tears.

I quietly shut my door, closing it slowly. I pick her up, "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I breathed as I held her head to my collarbone.

"Daddy's drinking again," She mumbles. I knew her voice, I could spot her out from miles away.

She could scream, or not even be audible, and I would still understand.

She looks petrified. She truly did. But she knew if she ever felt that way, she had to come to me.

"He told me that I messed everything up-" Her nose wrinkles, holding back tears. My fingers tighten around her, "No, no. No you didn't." I shake my head.

I sit down on my bed, holding her in my lap. I continue to hold her head to my collarbone, as my cool fingers run through her light blonde hair.

"You, never ever, take what he says to heart, okay? He doesn't mean anything he says." I whisper to her.

She lets out a small nod in response, thank god she was listening.

My father was never an alcoholic. But when he does drink, he acts like one. Recently, he has been drinking a lot more.

4 months after my mothers death, my father got a girlfriend. Already. She got pregnant, she promised she would be there, that she would stay.

Technically, they had a one night stand, then started to date.

But when the baby was born, she left right after. Leaving me and my father with Alison.

I continue to hold her against me, slowly rocking her till I can hear her hushed snores.

I carefully take her off my lap and place her fragile head on my pillow, following by placing a blanket over her.

I slump and watch over her till I feel like it's too much. I watch my steps as I walk to my door, grabbing the knob and twisting it. I slowly walk till I find my father.

He sits sunk into the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. His eyes are on the tv, the next his shocking blue eyes pierce into me.

I keep staring at him, then the bottle. It was 3/4ths finished. "Drinking, again?" My eyebrows rose, as my eyes continue to blink at him.

"Do you have a problem with it?" He sips on the whiskey, once again. "Yes. You yell at Alison for being a mistake, yet here you are. Drinking away your problems." I fume.

"It's my damn house, Isadora. I'll drink and yell at whoever the fuck I want." He scoffs, turning his attention back to the tv.

"No, you'll apologize." I continue to study him. He storms up, walking towards me, whiskey in hand.

"What are you telling me, little girl?" His face hovers above mine, I can smell the boos on his tongue. "You'll apologize to-"

"I pay the bills! I support you! You don't get to tell me what to do!" He spits, I try to back away, but he grabs my arm. His grip tight, tight enough to bruise.