Nika and her Father
She hurt too, she missed her uncle, but he was beyond help, her dad wasn’t. She cried herself to sleep nights, wondering when he would start living without a bottle in his hand again. She stood next to the bed and looked down on him, he was on his back, an almost empty pint bottle of whiskey next to him, her pink MacBook rested on his stomach. She moved the computer, put the bottle on the nightstand then started to take his shirt and pants off. He was passed-out drunk and didn’t react to...