The door slammed. Macy cowered in the corner, dreading what was going to happen next..

She hated it when he came home like this. Back when mom was alive, life was so different. Dad had seemed happy and go-lucky then, as if the cares of the world slid off his back with one smile from her. Now, everything was just so different. In fact, the house felt an eery emptiness that even she tried to hide from, only she didn't drink like dad did. In ways she could understand him, and in other ways, it was like she not only lost her mother, but her father too. Macy was living with a stranger and her own world seemed to be closing in around her.