The Disappointment
You take the Jack Daniels over to the sink . Dad mixes his whiskey with Coke anyway, so surely he won't notice it's a little weaker than usual? His liver could use a break anyway!
Fuck! The sink is full of dirty dishes. You promised your Mum that you'd do the washing up after dinner last night, but you went to the pub instead. There's no way to maneuver the bottle around all the filthy plates and glasses, so you'll have to think on your feet.
You pull a cooking funnel out of a kitchen drawer and stick it into the neck of the bottle. You then grab an empty coffee mug and fill it up with water from the tap. As you carefully pour the mug into the funnel, you congratulate yourself on being a certifiable genius.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" a sharp roar cuts across the room.
You're so startled that you drop the coffee mug. It hits the rim of the funnel and knocks the bottle off the bench top. Both the mug and the Jack Daniels bottle shatter on the tiled floor. You spin around and see your father standing in the doorway, empty beer bottle in hand and pure rage spreading across his face. In two steps, he's across the kitchen, striking you across the face with a swift backhand.
"You bloodly little shit! Look what you've done!" he spits, grabbing you roughly by the shoulders. You try to stammer out an excuse, but your father slaps you a second time. Hard. For a second you see bright spots as stinging pain shoots across your face. Dad forcefully throws you to the ground, and you cry out pathetically as the broken glass littered across the floor is embedded into your skin. Your father follows up with a kick to your stomach, winding you. As you curl up in agony, your angrily Dad tosses a tea towel over your face. "Clean this fuckin' shit-show up, you little prick!" he yells, before storming out of the room with a fresh beer.
As you lie there, sobbing softly, you realise that the buzz you had only just acquired has been smacked out of you. Pulling the tea towel off your face, you notice several small pieces of shattered ceramic sticking out of your hand.
Well, better start cleaning up quick, before you make the tiles even filthier with your blood.
Fuck! The sink is full of dirty dishes. You promised your Mum that you'd do the washing up after dinner last night, but you went to the pub instead. There's no way to maneuver the bottle around all the filthy plates and glasses, so you'll have to think on your feet.
You pull a cooking funnel out of a kitchen drawer and stick it into the neck of the bottle. You then grab an empty coffee mug and fill it up with water from the tap. As you carefully pour the mug into the funnel, you congratulate yourself on being a certifiable genius.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" a sharp roar cuts across the room.
You're so startled that you drop the coffee mug. It hits the rim of the funnel and knocks the bottle off the bench top. Both the mug and the Jack Daniels bottle shatter on the tiled floor. You spin around and see your father standing in the doorway, empty beer bottle in hand and pure rage spreading across his face. In two steps, he's across the kitchen, striking you across the face with a swift backhand.
"You bloodly little shit! Look what you've done!" he spits, grabbing you roughly by the shoulders. You try to stammer out an excuse, but your father slaps you a second time. Hard. For a second you see bright spots as stinging pain shoots across your face. Dad forcefully throws you to the ground, and you cry out pathetically as the broken glass littered across the floor is embedded into your skin. Your father follows up with a kick to your stomach, winding you. As you curl up in agony, your angrily Dad tosses a tea towel over your face. "Clean this fuckin' shit-show up, you little prick!" he yells, before storming out of the room with a fresh beer.
As you lie there, sobbing softly, you realise that the buzz you had only just acquired has been smacked out of you. Pulling the tea towel off your face, you notice several small pieces of shattered ceramic sticking out of your hand.
Well, better start cleaning up quick, before you make the tiles even filthier with your blood.
