Boozed Up

  Walking, walking is the hardest action for my body to do. I would rather live at school then with my father. He’s an alcoholic. He has been since mom left three years ago. I hate seeing him like this, but this is his own doing.
I was walking home when I heard sound of a door slamming. I turned to walk away and heard the sound of my father screaming. He’s drunk.
“Rod! Get over here now!” He yelled stumbling to the right.
“No!” I say walking backwards.
“I said get over here!!”
“ Maybe if you weren’t drunk I would come over,”
“ Get over here!” He stumbled and fell
“No!” I turned around and ran.
My father has a weird way of describing me, he describes me as an arrogant, lazy person that lacks motivation. He also would describe me as having Irish hair it’s red and shaggy, along with grey eyes.
I went to a building I go to everytime he gets aggravated. It’s a seven story tall building, and I sat on top of it. The building was made of brick, and has moss growing on all sides. It was abandoned, maybe for a little over 20 years, and it was an old fire station. Nobody knows why it’s abandoned.
My one and only friend Shiann, had blue eyes,and brown wavy hair that was short. She was loud and very confident, while having a soft spot about something she hasn’t told me.
“ Rodney,” I hear a familiar voice from behind me.
“Shiann?”   
“That’s me”   Move Shiann description paragraph here.
“ What’s in your hand?”
“ In my hand? Oh, yeah, my phone, sorry,” She puts the phone away, and looks unpleased with me.
“ Don’t be so down Shiann. Your birthday is in 4 days, right?”
“ Yep, November 12,”
“ Well, happy early birthday,”
Her phone goes off, which makes me jump.
“ Gotto go, my dad’s  calling,”
“ Wait, why does your Father always call to make you go home so early?”
“ I don’t know. You would probably have to ask him,”
“ Bye,” I said then looked out over the city of Chicago, the Sears Tower off in the distance.
I passed the hours reading The Great Gatsby, the stories of Nick, Daisy, and Gatsby enriching my love of classic literature.Soon after Nick met Gatsby I climbed down from the building only to hear my father’s 1993 Honda Civic slide to a stop.
“ Get in the car now, Rodney!” My father tells me
“ No!”
I started to scale the brick building he immediately he grabbed me from behind and threw me to the ground. Then picked me up and dragged me, to the car, my shoe falling off in the process.
“ What are you thinking?” he questioned, lifting up a hand then slapping me. 
“ What am I thinking? What are you thinking?”
“Go get your shoe,” he said avoiding the question.
I grabbed my shoe and went back to the car
“ Want to go the store?”
“ Sure,”
The abundant aisles of food, sweets, and bread, oh how I like bread . I walked over to the bakery, the bread’s smell filled my nose. I grabbed a loaf of ciabatta, and put it in the cart. My father took it out of the cart.
“ What are you doing?” I asked.
“ We don’t have enough money for this bread,” He replied.
“ Maybe we would have enough if you didn’t buy alcohol, Dad. Hey everybody, my Dad is a alcoholic! He’s an alcoholic!” I yelled fed up with this occupation he has  picked up over three years.
“ Keep it down Rod,” He said making a hand gesture
I grabbed the loaf of bread back and put it in the cart. I took money from my pocket and put the money in his hand.
“ There that should be enough,”
The bread’s cost was three dollars and seventy cents. When left the store, I saw something in his pocket. It was a small bottle of whiskey. I pulled it from his pocket and threw it as far as I could. He then threw me into the car, and proceed to hit me, blood began to fall from my nose.
“ Stop! Stop Dad! Dad!” I yelled in agony.
He gave me a vague look of anger, sympathy,and remorse. I stepped from the car and wiped a tear from my face. To try to stop the bleeding from my nose I put my shirt up to my nose. I gotten used to these acts from him, I started walking to Shiann’s house.
“Hey,” She stopped talking.
“Yeah, I know nothing major. He’s done worse.”
“Get inside, we need to stop the bleeding,”
By this point my shirt was covered in blood.
“ Hello Mrs. Sheel,” I said walking over to the bathroom.
“ What happened to your nose?” She wondered.
“ Don’t worry about it.” I replied.
After cleaning my nose, I sat down on the couch and turned on the television.
“ Could I, maybe, stay here for the night?”
“ Yes, you may Rodney,”
“ Thank you,”
“ Your Dad…” Shiann started.
“ What about my dad?”
“  Car accident.”
“ How do you know about the accident?” I asked.
“ The News, the car look like your Dad’s,” She answered.
I jumped from my bed not even grabbing my shoes. The wind hit my face, my hair flying to the side. The leaves were drifting to the side of the street. I couldn’t tell what time it was, but it was late.
“ Where?”
“ Down the road to the right,”
I kept running. There was the Civic destroyed along with another car fifty feet away. I saw him with piece of steel from the Civic in his torso. There was a pool of blood coming from his right side. He wasn’t breathing.
I ran to him, he was being helped by EMT’s. The defibrillator didn’t work; they tried three times. They finally grabbed a body bag. They called me over before they would have to haul him off. I didn’t talk to him I just sat there looking at the motionless body beside Shiann.