Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Forever ❯ Part III ( Chapter 3 )

For my fourteenth birthday, my dad shared a bottle of vodka with me.

 

“Most romantic alcohol you could have!” he joked with a wink. Since moving across the nation to a completely different country and settling in, Dad hadn't been as bad as he once was. He said it was because of my Mother.

 

“Damn bitch was ruining my life. You're glad you don't live with her anymore, aren't ya kid?” he'd say. I nodded. It was true. My mom would beat me. Dad threw me around, but he usually didn't beat me. When I had been getting older, close to my eleventh birthday, before she had died, Mom had been constantly telling me that soon I'd be mature enough for her. Soon I'd be able to the boy she'd always wanted to have. Soon I'd be the one who pleased her even more than my father.

 

Dad would feed me sometimes, but Mom would purposely leave things out on the counter, sour milk, molded bread, putrid raw chicken, knowing sooner or later I'd end up having it for lunch sometime. I spent half my life being sick because of it, but after Father had killed my mother, I had actual food to eat. Dad was beginning to act a little more like a father now. We lived in a small four room house, more like a shack really, but it had a water front view, farther away up a mountainside, away from civilization.

 

“Your mother was a whore; a bitch through and through. Those drugs fucked her up so bad she could have gone without seeing you for a week without knowing who the hell you were,” Dad said. Mother was always bringing home men while my father was away, sometimes two or three at a time. She told me if I said anything that I'd be beaten black and blue. Her favorite torture was putting out cigarettes on my skin or plugging in her cut electrical cord and threatening me with it. Soon my back was lacerated.

 

Mother liked to have me watch her have fun with her guys. She'd always tell me one day I'd be doing that to her. One day I'd be the one making her scream all night long. Back then I only watched with wide eyes. I took the glass my father handed me, taking the shot. I took two more before he had his five.

 

“Good stuff,” he grinned, clapping me on the shoulder when I agreed. “Fourteen already eh? Damn the years fly. You aren't expecting any of that cake and present shit are you?” I laughed, though you could only tell by the sparkle in my eyes. I shook my head no. I didn't talk much, but Father and I had a way to communicate. I sprawled myself on the couch in the next room. It was wide enough to fit two people sleeping on it snuggly.

 

“Damn. You know you look like that bitch of a woman, that whore that spawned you,” Father commented, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke at the slowly spinning overhead fan. I looked at him sideways from where I lay.

 

“Even look like a Goddamn woman. Fuck, don't tell me you are and I haven't noticed!” I laughed again and shook my head. “Well then for fuck's sake, you ever plan on looking like a man? Damn! Ever heard of puberty yet?” I was still laughing. “Shit, wait here, I got something for ya.” Father left the room and returned a short moment later. He had two pills in hand.

 

“Don't ask, just take em like a good boy. Take one in the morning and one at night, ya hear?” Father said as I sat up, he cupping his hand over my mouth to make sure I'd take it. I swallowed them both, the burning liquid of alcohol lingering in the back of my throat.

 

“Good.” Dad returned after a couple more shots, offering me the rest of the bottle, which remained a good third or so. I downed it, wiping my mouth. “Damn, no puking on the floor!” He laughed.

 

I settled down on the couch, ready to sleep. Dad turned off the kitchen lights before heading to bed.