My Life, chapter 4
We got home and I almost hoped my father would be lying on the floor hurt or even dead, just some good reason why he wasn't at my soccer game. Of course he wasn't dead though, he was sitting on the couch with a beer and a bag of chips watching a football game. Typical. I walked past the living room and up to my room, not even wanting to hear his lies, like "oh, the car wouldn't start," or something like that. Once in my room, I could hear my mother yelling at him, I didn't hear him yelling back though, that was unusual. My father started 99.8% of the fights with my mom, the other .2% was when she started fighting with him to spend more time with my brother and me.
About twenty minutes later she gave up, the house was completely silent now. Good thing Jake was at a friend's house, he didn't like when our parents fought. Moments later there was a knock at my door. I didn't say anything; I continued lying on my stomach on my bed, not facing the door. The door opened and he entered. He walked over to my bed and sat beside me.
"I know, I should have been there, Joey." He put his head in his hands and waited for me to reply. I wasn't going to forgive him; I was too hurt and angry right now. He didn't deserve it anyway. He always broke his promises to the people he was supposed to love the most, his family. I never heard my father ever break a promise to Mike or Tre, but then again, they were part of his career and his career always came first.
He sat there for a long time before he realized I wasn't in the mood for his bullshit. He slowly stood and waited, as if I would forget my anger and call him back for a hug. Not this time. I wouldn't give into the sweet lies he fed my mother daily to make up for his ill words or actions. He had no choice but to leave me alone.
My temper cooled off by dinner and I went downstairs to join my family to eat. Jake was home and was at the table waiting to be served and my mom was slaving over the stove. My dad came into the kitchen after me and sat down in the seat closest to mine. I wasn't going to move, I bet you thought I was going to, but no, I'm too lazy and there is other things on my mind now. Like, "what's for dinner." Momentarily my question was answered, spaghetti with tomato sauce and meatballs. My favorite! She must really want to cheer me up; she really is too good to me.
After I brushed my teeth I made my way to my room to get a good night's sleep. It was about 12:15am, my mom let my brother and me stay up late on weekends. I fell onto my bed and dozed off into a peaceful sleep almost immediately. About three hours later, I felt something. I jumped and opened my eyes, it was dark, but the light from the moon coming in through the window revealed a silhouette. It was him.
"I need to talk to you," he whispered. Earth to Billie Joe, it's three fucking o'clock in the morning. Why now?! I didn't say a word, but I reluctantly slipped out of bed. I found the pair of pants I had discarded only hours ago and pulled a black hoodie over my t-shirt. I quietly followed this crazy, lying man I call my father down the hall and then down the stairs. He told me to go in the car, I went outside into the cold but refreshing air, the car was already being warmed up. I got in on the passenger's side in the front, it was warm in the car and the radio was on some rock station. He came out the door of the house and walked over to the driver's side and stepped in. He didn't say a word to me, he only gave me a weak smile, he had a certain sparkle in his eyes. I highly doubted my father was going to kill me and dump my body in the Frisco bay, but where in god's name was he taking me?
About twenty minutes later she gave up, the house was completely silent now. Good thing Jake was at a friend's house, he didn't like when our parents fought. Moments later there was a knock at my door. I didn't say anything; I continued lying on my stomach on my bed, not facing the door. The door opened and he entered. He walked over to my bed and sat beside me.
"I know, I should have been there, Joey." He put his head in his hands and waited for me to reply. I wasn't going to forgive him; I was too hurt and angry right now. He didn't deserve it anyway. He always broke his promises to the people he was supposed to love the most, his family. I never heard my father ever break a promise to Mike or Tre, but then again, they were part of his career and his career always came first.
He sat there for a long time before he realized I wasn't in the mood for his bullshit. He slowly stood and waited, as if I would forget my anger and call him back for a hug. Not this time. I wouldn't give into the sweet lies he fed my mother daily to make up for his ill words or actions. He had no choice but to leave me alone.
My temper cooled off by dinner and I went downstairs to join my family to eat. Jake was home and was at the table waiting to be served and my mom was slaving over the stove. My dad came into the kitchen after me and sat down in the seat closest to mine. I wasn't going to move, I bet you thought I was going to, but no, I'm too lazy and there is other things on my mind now. Like, "what's for dinner." Momentarily my question was answered, spaghetti with tomato sauce and meatballs. My favorite! She must really want to cheer me up; she really is too good to me.
After I brushed my teeth I made my way to my room to get a good night's sleep. It was about 12:15am, my mom let my brother and me stay up late on weekends. I fell onto my bed and dozed off into a peaceful sleep almost immediately. About three hours later, I felt something. I jumped and opened my eyes, it was dark, but the light from the moon coming in through the window revealed a silhouette. It was him.
"I need to talk to you," he whispered. Earth to Billie Joe, it's three fucking o'clock in the morning. Why now?! I didn't say a word, but I reluctantly slipped out of bed. I found the pair of pants I had discarded only hours ago and pulled a black hoodie over my t-shirt. I quietly followed this crazy, lying man I call my father down the hall and then down the stairs. He told me to go in the car, I went outside into the cold but refreshing air, the car was already being warmed up. I got in on the passenger's side in the front, it was warm in the car and the radio was on some rock station. He came out the door of the house and walked over to the driver's side and stepped in. He didn't say a word to me, he only gave me a weak smile, he had a certain sparkle in his eyes. I highly doubted my father was going to kill me and dump my body in the Frisco bay, but where in god's name was he taking me?
