A Journal Never Lies, chapter 3
Weekends. The best time in her whole miserable life. A whole two days where she wasn't surrounded by the jerks in school. A whole two days to sleep as long as she pleased, without worrying about school. A whole two days, of doing whatever the hell she wanted. Her parents didn't care what she did. Basically, they were actually happier if she wasn't in the house. So, doing what she did thought would make them happy, she would go out to do whatever. Sometimes, she would go to a record store and roam around, or just walk around her whole crappy neighbourhood for a couple of hours.
She was woken up today though by the sound of something banging downstairs. Since she knew she wouldn't fall back asleep, she went downstairs to see who it was. When she walked downstairs, the first thing she saw was that green hair. The green hair she remembered for the past two years. And she knew only one person who has that green hair that would come to her house.
"Frank!" she yelled running over to her older brother.
Frank smiled and gave her a hug. He seemed so different to her. He looked so much older, acted so much older, and had a new style to him. But, she loved it. "Hey kiddo! How is my bestest sister doing?" he said is a cheery voice. She missed that. The way he would always call her 'kiddo'. The way he always sounded happy around her, even if he was depressed. But now she is hearing it for real, instead of just in her head.
She gave him another hug, just to make sure it wasn't a dream, "Hey Frank! It's going.....ok. How about you? How's your band doing? Are Billie Joe and Mike here? Have you talked to mom and dad yet? How long are you..."
"Woah woah woah Alex," he cut into her sentence, laughing, "Don't start asking 21 question to me the second I got in here. But it's doing good. Billie Joe and Mike aren't here; no I haven't talked to mom and dad yet; and for your half question, since I know what it is: I don't know how long I'm staying."
"So how's your band?"
He smiled, "Alex, you'll never guess what? We got signed! We're so happy! We're going to record next week!"
She was so happy for him. She couldn't believe they were actually recording a record. "Frank! That's incredible! Are you going to tell mom and dad?"
"Ummm. Well, that's the thing."
She was confused, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, the reason mom and dad don't know I'm here, is because they don't want me here. I tried calling them to tell them, and mom said that I was an embarrassment for thinking I was going to become 'famous'. Then she hung up on me. So I don't think she'll be wanting to hear from me for a long time."
She looked hurt. How could her parents say that to their own son? "Then, why are you here?"
"Well, I was wondering...."
May 5, 1989
My prayers have been answered! God must love me! My wish to be taken from this hell called home has been granted! Frank came home today and told me the greatest news: him, Billie Joe, and Mike have gotten a record deal! I'm so happy! But, he also said, since he knows how horrible mom and dad are, he asked me if I wanted to come home with him and live with him! Of course, I said yes instantly. I'm so excited! But I don't know how I'm just going to tell mom and dad I'm leaving to live with Frank. I hope they don't ask questions about it. I mean, they don't have to know I'm living with three guys. Because, knowing my parents, they will never go for that. No matter how drunk or high they are. But, he is my brother. So it isn't like I'm completely going with strangers. And they've known Billie and Mike for two years now. So they know they aren't bad people. Maybe I'll just say Frank has invited me to live with him and I think I've decided to live with him. Yeah. Or maybe I'll say I'm leaving this crappy home and leaving you sorry excuses for parents. No, that would never work. Well, now or never. I guess I'll go ask now.
She walked slowly down the stairs, bracing herself for what was about to happen. She felt a lump growing larger in her throat. It felt like it was going to pop out of her any second now. She felt like it was harder to breathe, her palms sweating, hands shaking. She knew this was hard, and she hoped her parents would at least respect that she was asking. Building up the courage, she walked into the room where her parents were.
The smell of smoke filled the air. She coughed from the disgusting fumes from every puff her parents took from their daily joint. She heard the sound of a bottle hit the table. It was her dad's daily five beers. He must be drunk by now. Maybe now wasn't a good time to ask, or even tell.
"Ummmm. Mom? Dad?" she said, a sound of fear in her voice.
"What do you want?" her mom said with anger.
Her dad turned around and saw her. He smiled at her, but that smile made her uncomfortable. It was the smile that looked like her father was checking her out, having thoughts of what he could do with her. She felt like she wanted to sink into the floor and act like she never came out. "Allllexx! Come 'ere sweetie!" her dad said. Now she knew, he was way to drunk.
But she knew she shouldn't argue when he is drunk. He tends to be physical when he has too many beers. She walked over to him as her dad stood up. Stumbling over to her, he threw his arms around her. His hands slowly moved down to her ass while he kept it there for too long. She felt horrible, but she didn't move, afraid of what would happen. Luckily, a few seconds later, he sat back down.
"Well, mom, dad. I had something I wanted to ask you."
"Well," her mom began, "Ask!"
"Ummm, well, Frank said, if I wanted to, I could come live with him."
"You? Live with Frank?" her mom started to laugh.
She began to move around, "Well, actually, I wanted to live with him."
"What?!"
May 6, 1989
I hate them! They need to die! I tried to be nice and ask, but of course they say no! Well, I'm sick of them. And I'm not going to take their shit anymore. If they don't want me to go, well, I just won't tell them. I'll just back up my things and go home with Frank. Maybe this will be my as they say 'home sweet home'.
She was woken up today though by the sound of something banging downstairs. Since she knew she wouldn't fall back asleep, she went downstairs to see who it was. When she walked downstairs, the first thing she saw was that green hair. The green hair she remembered for the past two years. And she knew only one person who has that green hair that would come to her house.
"Frank!" she yelled running over to her older brother.
Frank smiled and gave her a hug. He seemed so different to her. He looked so much older, acted so much older, and had a new style to him. But, she loved it. "Hey kiddo! How is my bestest sister doing?" he said is a cheery voice. She missed that. The way he would always call her 'kiddo'. The way he always sounded happy around her, even if he was depressed. But now she is hearing it for real, instead of just in her head.
She gave him another hug, just to make sure it wasn't a dream, "Hey Frank! It's going.....ok. How about you? How's your band doing? Are Billie Joe and Mike here? Have you talked to mom and dad yet? How long are you..."
"Woah woah woah Alex," he cut into her sentence, laughing, "Don't start asking 21 question to me the second I got in here. But it's doing good. Billie Joe and Mike aren't here; no I haven't talked to mom and dad yet; and for your half question, since I know what it is: I don't know how long I'm staying."
"So how's your band?"
He smiled, "Alex, you'll never guess what? We got signed! We're so happy! We're going to record next week!"
She was so happy for him. She couldn't believe they were actually recording a record. "Frank! That's incredible! Are you going to tell mom and dad?"
"Ummm. Well, that's the thing."
She was confused, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, the reason mom and dad don't know I'm here, is because they don't want me here. I tried calling them to tell them, and mom said that I was an embarrassment for thinking I was going to become 'famous'. Then she hung up on me. So I don't think she'll be wanting to hear from me for a long time."
She looked hurt. How could her parents say that to their own son? "Then, why are you here?"
"Well, I was wondering...."
May 5, 1989
My prayers have been answered! God must love me! My wish to be taken from this hell called home has been granted! Frank came home today and told me the greatest news: him, Billie Joe, and Mike have gotten a record deal! I'm so happy! But, he also said, since he knows how horrible mom and dad are, he asked me if I wanted to come home with him and live with him! Of course, I said yes instantly. I'm so excited! But I don't know how I'm just going to tell mom and dad I'm leaving to live with Frank. I hope they don't ask questions about it. I mean, they don't have to know I'm living with three guys. Because, knowing my parents, they will never go for that. No matter how drunk or high they are. But, he is my brother. So it isn't like I'm completely going with strangers. And they've known Billie and Mike for two years now. So they know they aren't bad people. Maybe I'll just say Frank has invited me to live with him and I think I've decided to live with him. Yeah. Or maybe I'll say I'm leaving this crappy home and leaving you sorry excuses for parents. No, that would never work. Well, now or never. I guess I'll go ask now.
She walked slowly down the stairs, bracing herself for what was about to happen. She felt a lump growing larger in her throat. It felt like it was going to pop out of her any second now. She felt like it was harder to breathe, her palms sweating, hands shaking. She knew this was hard, and she hoped her parents would at least respect that she was asking. Building up the courage, she walked into the room where her parents were.
The smell of smoke filled the air. She coughed from the disgusting fumes from every puff her parents took from their daily joint. She heard the sound of a bottle hit the table. It was her dad's daily five beers. He must be drunk by now. Maybe now wasn't a good time to ask, or even tell.
"Ummmm. Mom? Dad?" she said, a sound of fear in her voice.
"What do you want?" her mom said with anger.
Her dad turned around and saw her. He smiled at her, but that smile made her uncomfortable. It was the smile that looked like her father was checking her out, having thoughts of what he could do with her. She felt like she wanted to sink into the floor and act like she never came out. "Allllexx! Come 'ere sweetie!" her dad said. Now she knew, he was way to drunk.
But she knew she shouldn't argue when he is drunk. He tends to be physical when he has too many beers. She walked over to him as her dad stood up. Stumbling over to her, he threw his arms around her. His hands slowly moved down to her ass while he kept it there for too long. She felt horrible, but she didn't move, afraid of what would happen. Luckily, a few seconds later, he sat back down.
"Well, mom, dad. I had something I wanted to ask you."
"Well," her mom began, "Ask!"
"Ummm, well, Frank said, if I wanted to, I could come live with him."
"You? Live with Frank?" her mom started to laugh.
She began to move around, "Well, actually, I wanted to live with him."
"What?!"
May 6, 1989
I hate them! They need to die! I tried to be nice and ask, but of course they say no! Well, I'm sick of them. And I'm not going to take their shit anymore. If they don't want me to go, well, I just won't tell them. I'll just back up my things and go home with Frank. Maybe this will be my as they say 'home sweet home'.
