Mr. Oaks revelations

*THE BROWN’s—RESIDENTIAL*

Veronica woke up with a throbbing headache and a bitter taste in her mouth.

“F*ck,” She muttered, then groaned as she tried to sit up on the floor.

The sun ray hit her face, and she squinted her eyes in the bright morning light.

She had hot so drunken and had slept on the bare cold floor.

Yet again, as she reached for the bottle of vodka next to her, she heard the door creak open.

"Veronica, what on Earth is going on here?" A deep voice asked.

Veronica looked up to her door and she see her grandpa, Mr. Oaks standing in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room with disapproval.

"Go away, Grandpa," she slurred, taking another swig of the alcohol.

Mr Oaks didn't move, instead, he walked over to her and gently took the bottle away from her.

“No! Give... Give it back to me,” Veronica protested at him weakly, but then broke down in tears, sobbing on his shoulder.

“I am sorry Father, I am sorry for letting you down,” she apologizes in tears, and Mr. Oaks' eyes