[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181223/a83734d720073eeaa667d3561ce8b86f.png[/img][/center]
[I]"Not a bad haul, sis,"[/I] Gabe concluded, and Allison gave him a thumbs up. She followed his gaze, looking over the woman as Allison was taken back to that Friday night.

Her father had been drinking as usual, sitting in front of the TV on his black leather recliner. He was very peculiar about who sat there, for some reason. The empty bottles were littered by his feet, but she didn't bother counting; there was no point. Allison left the living room right after he demanded she get him some food. She ignored him, and he berated her. [i]"Your bitch of a mother would have gotten me at least a sandwich by now,"[/I] he added. Allison lost it.

She headed to the basement to go get another 12 pack. She was calm and controlled, even though she already knew what she was going to do. Allison emerged from the basement with the beer, taking it to the kitchen first. She grabbed a napkin to act as a sleeve, and used the bottom of her shirt to twist loose the cap. It was then she could just barely make out her father incoherently rambling on. She took the bottle of Bud Light over to him, and he snatched it from her hands without even bothering to peel his eyes from the TV. But that was fine. 

Throughout the night, Allison would go on to repeat the same step whenever he was running low. It kept him quiet and pleasant, and in the meantime, she would switch between reading her book and playing a game on her phone to keep occupied. This went on for a while, until eventually, Daniel passed out, dropping the bottle he had in hand onto the floor. She started picking up the larger pieces of broken glass and noticed her father wasn't snoring like usual. In fact, he looked quite still. She used her free hand to check the man's pulse, but she couldn't find any. Allison smiled slightly, and continued picking up the mess as if she didn't have a care in the world, because in that moment, she didn't. She would figure out what to do the next morning, after having a good night's rest.

---

"Hey, so I need to tell you something...it's about dad." 

The siblings were already in the vehicle, heading home. They had done a final walkthrough to make sure nothing that would incriminate them was left behind. The empty pizza box was in the trunk, and the items they had taken along with the cash was hidden in the center console. "He did drink himself to death, but..." Allison paused, finding it hard to admit to her brother what she had done. She decided to pull over to the side of the road. They were still in a residential neighborhood, but not particularly close to where they were earlier. Allison then turned to Gabe before she went on. "I was the one who was handing him the drinks. I killed him, Gabe."

[hr]
[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181225/b3e900b89042b82776d0531659e38cb5.png[/img][/center]
"Jesus Christ, Graham. She stopped breathing just like that?" Jenna turned to his partner after he had told her the ordeal with his daughter. Up to that point, Adelaide had gone through so much in her short life, Jenna couldn't help but feel bad for the poor thing. She was a beautiful little girl too, and it broke Jenna's heart knowing how much she suffered. "I'm glad Diane is taking her to the doctor though, despite what the EMTs said. You can never be too careful...

Jenna stopped talking when the dispatcher went on the air, and even though her partner had taken the call, she wouldn't have done the same. But that was simply because Jenna preferred to go were the action was. If she was going to be stuck behind a desk doing reports for who knows how long, she might as well have fun when she's out on the road.

"That's almost always the case, isn't?" she replied to him, suddenly remembering a topic from the previous week. "Hey, so you never got back to me about the Krav Maga training. I know we got caught up with that case but do you think you'll be able to fit it in your schedule?"