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Entering a Room That is Filled With The Smell of Alcohol TRIGGER WARNINGS - ABUSE/ALCOHOL/CUTS I was done with my advertising for RIA this month, so I went to my home, which was this big, somewhat Innovation building, to get my reward, like my parents said. Right.? The elevator was broken that day, so I took the towering stairs to my floor. It took a while, and it is kind of inconvenient, but it is tolerable and I wouldn't care less about it. When I used my keys to go to the room, I was excited to tell my parents the tasks I completed, and that nothing went wrong. Surely, they'll be proud of me, right? But as I stepped in, this strong, dizzying odor hit my nose. I haven't experienced this before, so I went straight to the living room, to see if my parents were okay. But instead of them greeting me when they saw me, they were just laying on the couch, with a bunch of bottles on the sofa and coffee table. What was in the bottles that made them look so slouchy? "Mẹ...? Bố...?" I called out to them, trying to grab their attention. They looked my way, but didn't respond. Relieved, I said, "Ồ! Tớ cứ tưởng có chuyện gì xảy ra với các cậu chứ. Vậy là... tớ đã hoàn thành xong phần quảng cáo của tháng này rồi!" I exclaimed, happy to tell them the news. "Và mọi chuyện đã diễn ra chính xác như chúng tôi đã nghĩ!" They just sat there, unresponsive. Then my dad stood up, nearly stumbling. I helped him up, but I think something's wrong with him.. Is it something to do with the bottles? "Ba không tự hào sao-" "Con lại quên rồi sao?" My dad interrupted, loud and suddenly enough to make me flinch. What was he blabbering about? Then, it came to my head. Shoot, it was past my curfew! How could I possibly forget? But, I realized, my advertising hours ended an hour after my curfew, and my parents should have known that. How could HE forget...? "Đây là lần cuối cùng tôi cảnh cáo cậu: đừng về nhà sau giờ giới nghiêm." My dad yelled, getting louder with each phrase he says. I don't really understand what he's saying... are his words.. slurring? I tried explaining and reminding him that I would come home late anyways, because of my advertising job. But he wouldn't listen, trying to yell back at me. My mom must have heard the entire thing, because she got up and tried to separate me and my dad. But my dad has gotten so mad to the point he grabbed my arms, and wouldn't let go. The smell is getting worse... I want to faint right there on the spot, but I couldn't. And the grip my dad is putting on my arms is getting painful. i tried pulling away from him, but he was way tougher than me, so all I could do is try to defend myself by weakly kicking him. But why wasn't my mom helping? What was she doing the entire time? I tried yelling so she would hear me, because she looks like she's unresponsive too. "Mẹ ơi? Cứu con với!" She took one glance at me, still trying to fight back my dad. "Ừm... Tớ nghĩ cậu đáng bị phạt vì đã không nghe lời bố." WHAT? Is she being stupid too? She and my dad clearly know that I go home late because of my damn job! Then, as I was distracted, stunned by my mom's response, an irritating feeling hit my arm. I quickly turned my head to look at the problem. My dad... he had this sharp object and started scraping it against my skin. I know I'm getting punished, but this is ridiculous! "Bố à—? Bố đang làm gì vậy? Dừng lại ngay!" I screamed, finally having the chance to side kick his abdomen and scurry to a room to hide in. I looked at the damage on my arm, and it was.. bad. there was 1, big cut, or gash, right on it, followed by smaller ones. My face froze, and my mind went blank. How did my dad make a cut that big enough to terrify me? I tried putting pressure on the wounds, so it won't bleed too much. What do I do? What's happening? Why did my dad do this? Why didn't my mom do anything? Why, why, why?.. I heard loud stomping towards this room, so I took a nearby broom, and stopped the door from opening with the broom. It must be my dad... There was blood all over the floor. And I need to do something quick, before I lose too much blood. Luckily, I saw a roll of gauze, and messily wrapped it around my arm tightly. BANG. My dad is trying to kick the door down... Is he really that desperate to hit me more? I grabbed more heavy things to block the door. I was safe... not for long though. In one blink, somehow, the door flew right at me, but I moved out of the way just in time. How did my dad get through?? I went under the blanket and pillows, hoping my dad wouldn't suspect that i'm hiding here, even if the spot was obvious. Unfortunately. He found me. I know it was what I expected, but I wished he was stupid enough to not find me. I did not remember what happened after that... I woke up dizzy, and I had bruises all over me when I looked myself in the mirror. It seemed to be morning when I glanced at the time... I must have fainted from the smell last night.