Chapter 11: Tears of Whiskey  I can hear the sound of glass
hitting against glass. The sound of the whisky bottles being
opened for the first time. He is getting drunk again.  " Daddy,"
I say quietly pushing aside Trystan so I can be the first to see
my father. Trystan tries to pull me back but my wrists are too
small, they just slip out of his hands. Once I climb off the
last stair, I peak around the wall leading into the kitchen.
There is my father. Tall, huge and monstrous. I have known him
all my life, so how can I possibly be intimidated by him still.
He is sitting at the kitchen table. Hands in fists around the
fragile glass bottles. Every couple of minutes he takes a gulp
from it and winces from the burn that closely follows. His eyes
land on the stains covering the floor, then back to the bottle.
He looks tired. His arms lie on the table with no strength left
in them. He fights to keep his eyes open, and shadows hover
underneath. Even his head lulls a little too far forward giving
me the impression t