Indecisive

My father had told me the address of our new house before we left so I felt no need to wake him up, I know all he would do is yell if I disturbed him. I type the address into my phone and drive the 10 more minutes it takes to get to our new house. When i pull up I notice its a bit of a downgrade from our house in Winchester, that could be another reason we moved and he's to much of a ‘man’ to admit that we're poor. Theres a broken white fence across the front lawn and in the middle is a small gate, the bricks on the path leading up to the rendered house are all pulled up and crooked. There were dying plants around the red front door. The street we’re on seems nice and quite, thats a positive and there is a big tree at the back of our house that I can see from the car out the front. I don’t bother trying to wake the sleeping drunk next to me even though we've arrived, Instead I just grab the house key from his lap and get out of the car, the fresh air is a nice change of scent from the smell of whisky and body odour coming off of my father. I grab my suitcase, Hunter who has been on my lap this entire journey and a box from the boot of the car then I head for the front door. I have to wiggle the key a bit in the lock but when I finally get the door open I'm met with 3 paths, theres stairs going down on my left that seem to lead to a lounge, there is a door next to me leading to the master bedroom and there is stairs going up on my right that look like they lead to a hallway. I head up the stairs to find a bedroom that i can call my own. I go to the very end of the hallway and there is more stairs going down to the kitchen and a bedroom on the right of me, just next to the bathroom. Score.
I open the door to the small bedroom, there is a single bed already there for me, a dresser and a built in cupboard. I go and get my last two boxes then immediately begin unpacking. it took me two hours to get my room just how I want it, I put fresh bed covers on and sat Hunter on my pillow. I decide to have a shower and just go to sleep as its been a long day but I hear a loud bang on the door, obviously my dad. “EMILYYY” I hear an angry scream, I could tell he's sobered up a bit by his pronunciation of my name and the tone of his voice. I open the door only to be pushed pack onto the ground by him, “don’t you fucking dare lock me out of my own house” he snapped, clearly having misunderstood what had happened but I have learnt arguing just makes it worse.
“I’m sorry, the master bedroom is there” I pointed my shake finger towards the door next to me. An evil smirk came over his face as he walked in his new room and slammed the door. I went out to the car and grabbed a towel from one of the boxes that I need to unpack in the rest of the house tomorrow and head for the shower.

I don’t like new showers, I’ve had the same shower my whole life, I had it set just where how I like it, but I suppose ill get used to this one soon. I turned on the hot water and it soothed my aching muscles, i washed my hair and shaved my legs but after about 10 minutes the hot water ran out, so i was forced to cut my shower short. I jumped out and put on a singlet and some p.j. shorts, I moisturised my legs and jumped into bed. I thought about the days events and began to cry until I fell asleep.

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