We used to have fish and chips every night after you left. It couldn't have been every night but that's how it seemed.
I'd been playing up for weeks. Answering him back. I was just a nightmare. But he was still great. And then he lost his job.
I remember him coming home that night. I remember his headlights pulling up on the drive. He slammed the door. He always used to tell me off for doing that. I must have rushed out to see him or something. I just remember he pushed straight passed me. He'd forgotten the fish and chips. I think he made me something else that night, I cant remember what it was, but i just remember i didn't like it. So i wouldn't eat it. He just started shouting at me, but really shouting at me.
He sent me up to bed. I never seen him like that before. I must have got off to sleep. Because I just remember waking up to something smashing. A plate or a glass or something. I don't know but I just curled up and hid under the blankets. Tried to ignore it. Maybe I went back to sleep, I dont know.
But then I heard the door creaking open. He used to come in every night and tuck me in and say goodnight. Just thought everything was going to be alright but it wasn't. He just stood there. Not saying anything, just staring at me.
And then he came over to the bed. The look on his face. And then he just -
The next day when I got home from school, it was just fish and chips, sat there on the table. He said he was sorry for what he had to do but I'd been naughty. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.