The doorbell rang. Who would visit now?
I look at Mikey and he looks just as confused.

"Stay there," he says getting up and walking to the door. I walk down a few stairs anyway.

I hear talking, that's it I'm going in. I walk into the hallway and see my dad there.
"What's he doing here?" I ask.
They both turn to look at me for a few seconds. Shit, what'd I do?
"What?" Mikey looked like he was trying to tell me something with his eyes, but I couldn't really tell.
"Cummon kid, we're goin home," dad slurred tiredly. Wait, is he drunk?
He grabbed my wrist in an attempt to drag me out.
"Ow!" I couldn't help but let out a squeal when he grabbed my fresh cuts unknowingly.
"What?" He said sounding very annoyed and about to pass out.
"No, wait I didn't mean it!" I said as he pulled up my shirt sleeve.
"Oh Bandit! What did I tell you about feeding the ghosts?" Mikey and I looked at him, he was pretty out of it.
Mikey grabbed my other wrist and looked at that one, seeing it was almost identical.
"Why?" Mikey asked.
" It isn't obvious enough? I lost my mom, nobody likes me, and now my dad's drunk," I say recoiling my wrists.
"What did you do to her?!" Dad yelled, not seeming to have listened to me.
"Wha-" Mikey hardly said anything before dad took a swing at Mikey.
"Dad!"
He punched Mikey again, not giving Mikey a chance to fight back when he knocked him down, threw me over his shoulder and bolt out the door.
So this is where my life is going? Being kidnapped by my drunk father?
"You better not be driving," I say as he starts slowing down.
"No, you are," he says, out of breath.
"What?" I say as he puts me down and pushes me into the car.
"You can drive as long as I'm with you," he says, still on an adrenalin rush. He handed me the keys and I stared at them for a minute.
Its dark, I have no idea how exactly to get home, all my stuff is still at Mikey's, my dad's drunk, I don't have a license, my dads drunk.
Oh, and you know about my dad.
"Um, o-okay..." I say taking the keys and shakily putting them into the thing. The headlights flash on and I see a beat up Mikey stumble out onto the porch.
"Go!" Dad yells, making me jump.
"Come on, just go go go!"
"Okay!" I scream, starting to tear up from pressure. Should I go with dad or figure out a way to get back to Mikey?
I hear dad let out an exasperated sigh and push me into the back. I start to cry and start to get up but am thrown back by my dad flooring the gas pedal.
"Dad stop!" I scream, ineffectively, since he doesn't stop.
I see Mikey watch us speed by and I lay down in the backseat, accepting the fact that I'm gonna die soon.
"Dad, please go back," I cry. " dad why are you doing this?"
He slows down, and I'm pretty sure we're at legal speed by now.
He sighs, but doesn't answer. Suddenly he pulls over, gets out, and pukes. I take my chance and dash out of the car, running as fast as I can down the street. I don't think he's noticed yet, but considering he's...not sober, he probably won't. I stop after a while and look around, taking around my surroundings. Wait a minute, I know who's neighborhood this is, I know who lives here.
I go and look for his house, and then I find it.

Ray lives here.

Notes

Writing on an iPod is so frustrating.