Saving Angela

Angela I groaned as I rolled over to took at my alarm clock. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die as it read 5:30 am. I slowly crawled out of my bed and got dressed. After getting dressed, I did my business in my bathroom and slowly made my way downstairs. I have to be careful so I don’t woke up my dad up. He’s not much of a morning person, or an afternoon person or a night person. In fact, he’s not much of a person at all. If you’re asking why,? I’ll tell you. Ever since my mom died of brain cancer 2 years ago, my dad has been an absolute wreck. He’s resorted to drink as his only escape, and also the fact that he beats the living hell out of me every chance he gets. And if your asking why I have to wake up at 5:30 every morning, is because I have to make him breakfast, He’s expects it made and ready on the table for him at 6:30 sharp. If it’s not ready, well let’s just say it’s not a pretty picture. I finally made it to the kitchen and quietly opened the fridge. After getting the eggs out and the over started, I grab the toast and put it next to the toaster. He makes me make the same things every morning. 3 sunny side up eggs, two pieces of toast with grape jam, and three pieces of bacon. Oh can’t forget about the cold beer that he always wants. The man drinks about 30 beers a day I’m not kidding. Because he only likes his beer ice cold, I take it out of the fridge as soon as I hear him take the first step on the stairs. I have to be standing off to the side right when he steps foot in the kitchen. If I’m not, I either get a back hand to the face or a punch to the gut. The back hand is when he’s in a good mood. I sighed as I put the toast in the toaster and cracked the eggs in the pan. Because the ka. Is so small, I have to do all the eggs separately. As you can tell. We don’t have have a lot of money. My dad and I just moved in here yesterday. We live in a one story little White House is a crappy neighborhood literally. There are so many crimes that happen in the neighborhood, I’m surprised the mayor doesn’t shut this part of the town down on the public. I stopped looking around the kitchen when I heard the toaster go off. I quickly got the jam out of the fridge and took the toast out of the toaster. I looked back and made sure the bacon wasn’t burnt. My dad hates when his bacon is burnt. He likes it chewy but not too chewy. I placed the three eggs on the plate and freshly jammed toast next to them. I heard his bedroom door ope. Ohhh s**t’, I said to myself as I raced over to the table and put the plate down. I looked the page over and made sure I had everything. I heard him groan as he walked down the stairs. “The beer” I thought to myself as I ran towards the fridge. I grabbed one out off the fridge and opened the drawer where dad kept his bottle opener. I placed the beer on the counter and rummaged through the drawer. Where is it?” I screamed in my head. I started to panic as I heard my dad make his way through the living room. “OHH s**t” I quickly grabbed the bottle and placed the cap beside the counter After I lined up, I smacked my hand down on the cap and popped it off. Grabbing the cap and throwing it it away, I placed the beer next to his plate and got in the position right as my dad walked into the kitchen. Damn that was close. “I see you managed to follow orders correctly this time Nice” My dad mumbled as he looked at his plate, and then at me. “Thank you dad” I said monotone. I gasped as I felt something connect with my cheek and my head made contact with the wall. “ I thought I told you to never call me that again. You’re such a dumb little b***h” He yelled as he stood over to me. I cradled my cheek and nodded., “Sorry sir”. My dad only groaned before he turned back to the table as sad down. He was about to talk, but something caught his eyes. I followed his line of sight and cringed. He was looking at the counter that I used to get the cap off his beer bottle. “Why is the counter damaged?” He asked me with narrow eyes. I froze. Make up a lie Angela! “I-I don’t know sir” I said as I stood up, still holding my cheek. “ it was like that when I came down I thought one of the movers did that” I said “Dumbassed” He growled at the counter. “ I thought I told them to be careful” I nodded agreeing with him. It was the best to just agreed with him. I learned that the hard way. “ anyway.” He said stuffing his hand in the pocket and pulling something out. “ You starts school tomorrow take this and go to the store to get whatever shot you need for the school.” I flinched as he threw a 10 dollar bill at me. I picked it up from the floor. “Thank you sir”. “Whatever just get the hell out of my sight”. He said as he took a sip of his beer. I put my shoes on and walked out the door. I smiled as I breathed in the fresh air outside of the house. As I waited at the tiny little bus stop bench that we have, someone walk up to me. “ Yo” He slurred. Great. Another drunk man. Who the hell is drunk at 7:50 in the morning on a Sunday ? Really people as I talked to myself. I kept looking forward. I didn’t dare to look at this man. Who knows what would happen. “Hey!” He yelled as he stumbled over to me. “ I’m talking to you!” Don’t answer him Angela. Things will only go downhill from there. I looked out from the corner of my eyes and I gasped. The man was now running towards me. I panicked but stopped as the bus finally arrived around the corner. Come on! Can’t this bus move a little faster? The bus parked right in front of me and the door slowly opened. Screw it! I flung myself at the door and squeezed by them, just as the drunk man got right next where I was standing. “You little b***h!” The drunk man yelled as he banged on the doors. I sighed in relief and slid down in a seat. I like this bus, because this is one of the few drivers that don’t allow angry drinks on the bus. “Rough day sweetie?” A gentle voice asked. I looked over and I saw Claire. I nodded with a sad and fake smile. “ You can say that” Claire lived just a block away from where I lived. Her husband died a year ago. She is the cutest little old lady I have ever seen. “Things will get better soon.” She smiled “ Remember the teacher is always quiet during the lesson.” I scoffed “ I hate to break it to you Claire but I’ve been I. That lesson for 2 years now. And I’m pretty sure I’m all alone. No teacher is gonna save me”. “Just give god time dear. He has a bright and better future for you.” Claire smiled at me. I nodded. I wanted to laugh. She’s no teeth. So I always smiles when she does. She said that if her smile makes me laugh, she doesn’t care if she has no teeth.