Agonium

"If you were a boy, I'd beat your ass to a pulp."

There's glass around my feet and a sick feeling in my gut.

Dad looks like he is ready to throw a punch, teetering on the edge of striking me. Although his eyes are droopy from the empty bottle of jagermeister, I still don't trust him.

"I'm sorry," the words are rushed, "I didn't mean to." I'm already kneeling, scooping up the shards of glass with my hands.

I'm afraid to look at him.

Leo's silent in the living room.

"Why the fuck did you do it then?" His voice is challenging, and his breath hitches slightly. He takes a step towards me; I pull away.

I'm trying not to cry. "It was just an accident."

He looms over me for another moment, his breathing haggard, before he finally says, "Just clean it up, Lovi." He turns around, and his heavy footsteps slowly, but eventually, tell me that's he's made his way to his bedroom.

I finally allow myself to breathe.

It's not so bad, I have to remind myself, it used to be worse. So much worse.