It was a cool afternoon where the  sun was shining. With the smell of vanilla in the air
from the air freshener. Logan had his burgundy baseball hoodie on. he was sitting on
the black leather couch with his PB and J sandwich. he was watching the T.V which had
sports center on. they were talking about how the Boston Bruins beat the Minnesota
Wild. Logan’s dad was scurrying around looking for his coat and keys.

“What are you doing?” asked Logan

“Im looking for my keys and jacket.” replied his dad still scampering around.

Logan looked at his dad with a not so surprised look on his face.

“Uh hu? You going to get drunk again like you always do?”

His dad had that look of disgust on his face. “Why did you always ask me that?”

“Because I’m always tired of you coming home drunk and just going to bed!”

At this point Logan was standing up and his dad was standing about two feet away. They were eye locked with each other. Logan’s face was as red his sweat shirt. As to his dad that had a straight face as if he did not care at all. His dad finally found his coat keys.
“Like I said I’ll be back.”
“Whatever go do what you wanna go do I don’t care anymore.”
With that Logan went upstairs and slammed his door with a loud “thud” sound. After a couple of hours later Logan was still in his room and he heard the front door open and close with the sound as if someone was stumbling up the stairs. Logan got up off his bed to check out the what the sound was. Sure enough it was his dad drunk as always. He looked at his dad with a disappointed look.
“I told you this would happen.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” His dad said still trying to stumble up the stairs.
Logan finally had enough of it. He looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
“That’s it I’m done with this bullshit dad. You can’t keep doing this, just coming home drunk like you always do. It’s going to break us apart. It already took mom away with your problem.”
His dad look at him with a dumbfounded look.
“See but here’s the thing I know what’s best for me.”
“Clearly you don’t with you coming home like this.” Logan uproared.
By this time his dad finally made it halfway up the cold, hard, brown stairs with a little assistance with the railing.
“See I’m perfectly fine I can hold my own.”
Then he took a turn for the worst and missed a step and tumbled down the hard, cold stairs. Still trying to stay on his feet while he was hanging on the railing.
“See this is what I mean dad you can’t even go up seven stairs without falling down them. Whatever I give up I’m done with all this s***. Have fun with your night because your not going to ruin mine.”
Logan went back into his room and left his dad to find a way to his room that was on the second floor.
The next day Logan found his dad on the couch. he did pay that much attention to it because he was use to it. So he went in the kitchen and went to the white colored fridge that had pictures of their family before his mom left them because of his dad’s drinking problem.
“Where did the good days go? I miss you mom.”
Logan opened the fridge and and pulled out the orange juice. Then he went to the shelf and pulled out a tall, clear, yet smooth glass. And put in on the grey and black marble countertop. His dad walked in the room as he was pouring himself some juice.
“What happened last night?” As he was rubbing his head.
“Well where do you want to start?”
Logan took a sip of his juice staring down his dad from the counter.
“Don’t get smart with me Mr.”
“Look dad you can keep doing this you could die of intaking too much beer. Or even get in a car accident and kill someone else.”
“Well you know…”
Logan cut his dad short.
“No dad you don’t know I want you to go get help with this problem you have.” 
“But.”
“No but’s you’re going to get help I can’t have you dieing or yet you killing someone else.”
Logan walked out and left his dad in the kitchen to think of what his choices are. Night came and Logan’s dad was going out again.
“Where do you think your going?”
“I’m going to do what you told me to do.”
Logan had a surprised look on his face.
Logan thought to himself. “Is he really doing this? Or is he lying to me and just going to the bar again? You mean getting help?”
“That’s what you told me to do right?”
“I mean ya, but I didn’t think you would actually do it.”
“Ya, I put some really good thought to it after you told me to.I don’t wanna do this anymore. I can’t have someone’s death on my hands if I unfortunately do kill someone due to my bad habits.”
Logan did know what to do so he hugged his dad
“I’m proud of you dad.”
“Thanks Logan you helped me realize that I could kill someone and/or kill myself and i don’t want that.”