SAGE'S POV"Aahhh" I covered my nose with my fingers as soon as I stepped into the apartment. The smell of whiskey was strong. The kitchen counter was the only surface in the entire place, so I dropped my helmet there. I shook my head in disgust when I saw the empty bottles lined up near the trash bin. "Dad is getting worse". I said, in my mind. "Sage? Is that you?" My dad said with a slurred and thick voice from the living room. "Yes, Dad. It's me". I found him passed out on the couch with the TV playing some late-night infomercial. There was a cigarette burned down to the filter in the ashtray, inches from his hand. Another fire hazard. Another reason social services would take one look at the place and ship me straight to juvie. I thought, frowning. I grabbed a blanket from his bedroom and covered him. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. His face looked older than it should. That was what five years of drinking himself to death looked like. "I'm trying to save us, Dad,"
Last Updated : 2026-02-05
LOGIN
