I could hear him fumbling around for the key, working the lock and opening the cabinet. He was drinking more than usual tonight. He wouldn’t even look at me all day, even if he allowed me to hug him I knew there was no warmth in his arms.

The tequila bottle clinked against his glass. The alcohol always made his breath so bad and I wondered how many more drinks there would be tonight. I was scared.

I was scared because I knew those drinks were because of me, because of how I screwed up again. So it wasn’t the end of the world, it still hurt like Armageddon just the same. Why did I have to be stupid? Why did I have to make mistakes and hurt him like that?

My questions will go unanswered for tonight and I will continue to battle homework for tomorrow. It didn’t matter I got my SAT scores back or that I did a little better than average, I still had exams tomorrow and a GPA to upkeep. Maybe a few A’s on the next couple exams would make him like me again…