"You Want Fries With That?", chapter 4
The words I never wanted to hear just tumbled towards me. I didn't know what to say back. I just kind of took a deep breath and grabbed the phone from my aunt Jean. She was sad and I could tell, just by the look on her face.
I knew I had to do it, or else it would haunt me for the rest of the day. I quickly dialed the number. My mind was running with questions. What did he even want to talk about? The scary thing was that, the creepy guy I hate the most knew where I was. After three rings I heard the voice.
"Hello," a drunk, dry and unfriendly voice said.
"Hi, it's Candy." I was scared and my voice was shaking.
"Oh, you little bitch. Do you know how mad your mother is, you make her look like a big loser and a horrible mother. Think you can just run from your fucking problems," he mumbled through the longer words.
I took a deep breath, what could I say? Oh yeah, you know I am a bitch. I was angry; my mom was a bad mom. She was a fuck head and a drop out, who had also done really nothing with her life after high school (except marry a woman beater). All I wanted to do was live a normal and happy life. I mean was that so bad? I ran up to my bedroom, the last thing I wanted was my little cousin to hear me yelling at my dad. While I ran up the stairs my dad was still yelling shit about me. I slammed my door and picked up a near by book. Which I soon threw against the wall.
"What the hell was that?"
"You know what, go to hell you bastard. All those years of beating me and me having to hide the pain and cuts, really got to me because I had no one to ever talk to! So fuck off!" I yelled, I figured I could just say anything, he wouldn't remember by tomorrow. But it felt really good.
"You think you are so good, ha well wait till I come and get you," he said laughing in between words.
That was that. Beep, beep, beep, he had hung up. I won't lie I was really scared. I had seen through the years what my dad can do. What if he didn't forget? I sat down on my bed for awhile, thinking of my problems.
I opened my door and hit something. It was my cousin, Lyn. Who I guess had been listening the whole time. Since I was already mad I pushed her aside until-
"I know what can help your problems," she said, smiling.
"Ok." And I followed her into her room.
She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a plastic bag. Lyn dropped it on her bed and I sat down. I knew what it was.
"Want some?" she asked, pushing it towards me.
"No! And you don't need any either."
"Come on, I know you used to use it, anyone with your problems must have."
"Ya, but I realized it doesn't help. Now just put it away and I won't tell your mom," I said trying to reason.
"Oh ya, if you tell my mom or anyone I'll-" she walked back to her dresser and pulled out a freakin' pretty sharp knife and pointed it at me.
"Fuck no, this is too much."
I ran out of that room. Thinking why I had come here to run away from my old life. But I knew I was leaving and I knew where I was going!
I knew I had to do it, or else it would haunt me for the rest of the day. I quickly dialed the number. My mind was running with questions. What did he even want to talk about? The scary thing was that, the creepy guy I hate the most knew where I was. After three rings I heard the voice.
"Hello," a drunk, dry and unfriendly voice said.
"Hi, it's Candy." I was scared and my voice was shaking.
"Oh, you little bitch. Do you know how mad your mother is, you make her look like a big loser and a horrible mother. Think you can just run from your fucking problems," he mumbled through the longer words.
I took a deep breath, what could I say? Oh yeah, you know I am a bitch. I was angry; my mom was a bad mom. She was a fuck head and a drop out, who had also done really nothing with her life after high school (except marry a woman beater). All I wanted to do was live a normal and happy life. I mean was that so bad? I ran up to my bedroom, the last thing I wanted was my little cousin to hear me yelling at my dad. While I ran up the stairs my dad was still yelling shit about me. I slammed my door and picked up a near by book. Which I soon threw against the wall.
"What the hell was that?"
"You know what, go to hell you bastard. All those years of beating me and me having to hide the pain and cuts, really got to me because I had no one to ever talk to! So fuck off!" I yelled, I figured I could just say anything, he wouldn't remember by tomorrow. But it felt really good.
"You think you are so good, ha well wait till I come and get you," he said laughing in between words.
That was that. Beep, beep, beep, he had hung up. I won't lie I was really scared. I had seen through the years what my dad can do. What if he didn't forget? I sat down on my bed for awhile, thinking of my problems.
I opened my door and hit something. It was my cousin, Lyn. Who I guess had been listening the whole time. Since I was already mad I pushed her aside until-
"I know what can help your problems," she said, smiling.
"Ok." And I followed her into her room.
She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a plastic bag. Lyn dropped it on her bed and I sat down. I knew what it was.
"Want some?" she asked, pushing it towards me.
"No! And you don't need any either."
"Come on, I know you used to use it, anyone with your problems must have."
"Ya, but I realized it doesn't help. Now just put it away and I won't tell your mom," I said trying to reason.
"Oh ya, if you tell my mom or anyone I'll-" she walked back to her dresser and pulled out a freakin' pretty sharp knife and pointed it at me.
"Fuck no, this is too much."
I ran out of that room. Thinking why I had come here to run away from my old life. But I knew I was leaving and I knew where I was going!
