Sinead got up as quickly as she could, wiping her moth clean before her father pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car and waved at her, walking up to her and giving her a tight hug. Too tight, her arm pressed against him, sending pain up and down through it. "D-dad... they were selling stuff," she whispered. "I was telling them to get lost."
Her dad wasn't a huge brawny man. He was lean, and clean cut, wearing a suit and tie from his day at work. And, sadly, he was a handsome guy. Just looking at him, he seemed like the nicest guy around. But at home, he changed into a monster. "We'll discuss this inside," he muttered through gritted teeth, a strange sweetness in his voice, the scent of alcohol on his breath. She hated him. She hated him with all her heart. And yet... he was her father. She did care for him, somehow. With an arm around her shoulder, his hand nearly cupping her chest, he guided her into the house.