Sugar & Spice

****Bandit's P.O.V****

~Flashback`
And so it begins. I was called on the way to northern California because my mum had found my dad drinking again and she didn't want me away for some reason. Which ment I had to take a train, ALONE, all the way back to L.A.

When She first told me why I had to come back home, I felt really ill, scared and worried. I thought my dad promised he woud never drink again. I don't even know why he decided tto start back over again. When I reached the metro station, my mom picked me up and she was crying. I was crying too, but my mom was full on sobbing. On the car ride home she explained that she had come home because she had forgotten something for her bass and she found my dad drinking out back. She also apologized for having to take me out of my field trip because she just didn't feel safe with me being gone and my dad alone at home. She HAD to take me out because by the time I got back home, she would have already left for tour, leaving my dad alone, giving him the privilage to drink withou anyone knowing. She said she wanted me to be at home and make sure that he didn't drink or do anything stupid. I asked her why she didn't just stay at home and she told me that because she hadn't been on tour for while, her bands manager wouln't allow her to stay behind. The rest of the car ride home was pretty much silent.
When I first entered the house, I didn't see my dad, but I did see lot of beer bottles on the ground. Oh dad....

I guess he was sleeping in his room, because all the other rooms were completely empty. I take my duffle bag up to my room and begin to put away all of my clothes. It was really early, about 9 A.M, so I went back to sleep, hoping this was all a dream.

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I woke up to the sounds of screaming around 2 P.M. Gahhhh.... what now? I rub my eyes, splash water on my face and creep down on the stairs to see my parents yelling at each other.

"GERARD I THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE WITH THIS!! WHAT HAPPENED TO NO MORE DRINKING!?" My mum yelled at my dad who was sitting on the couch and looked completely hung over.

"OH. MY. GOD. SHUT UP! IT'S NOT THE END OF THE DAMN WORLD!!" He yelled back.

"IT IS FOR YOUR WIFE AND DAUGHTER! HAVEN'T YOU THOUGHT OF THAT?!"

"YOU'RE OVERREACTING!"

"NO I'M NOT!!"

I backed up to the wall behind me, slid down so that I was sitting and began to silently cry. This scared me. My parents never fight. I would like to keep it that way too. The sound of their screaming boomed to through out the house to point where I couldn't take it. I was getting up, about to leave when I saw something that caused fury, fear and heartbreak to course through my veins.

My dad punched my mum. His closed fist collided against her cheek with a force of bricks. She fell to the floor, crying out in pain.I ran down the stairs and rushed to my mums side.

"MOM!!" I shrieked. I hugged her from the side, tears pouring out of my eyes. I lost it and began to scream to my dad,

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HER!?" He gave me a look I can't explain but it looked like a mixture of guilt, worry, and fear. I'm guessing he had too much guilt in his mind, because with a worried look, he whimpered a soft 'Sorry' and rushed out the house to who-knows-where.

I helped my mum up to the couch and examined he cheek. The bruise on her cheek had swollen up almost to the size of a golf ball, turning her tender flesh a hideous, purpleish-black. I Rushed into the kitchen to get her ice to try to keep the bruise from getting any uglier. She thanked me and we sat on the couch hugging and crying until I decided that it would be best for her to get some rest. I walked her up to her bedroom, told her that if she needed anything to just call, and went back into my bedroom.

I remembered that Cherry had actually told me that if I ever need to talk, that I could talk to her. Since I really needed someone to talk to, I sent her a text telling her what just happened. While I was waiting for her to reply, I had on thing on my mind:

My dad has an awful lot to explain when he gets home.

Notes

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