Monday, April 6, 2009
tim
Saturday, I'm sitting on the couch waiting for taylor to get here. I'm watching Finding Nemo because there is nothing better to do. Oddly enough my brother walks in. I'm shocked, I close my eyes pretending I had been asleep for quite some time.. .even though he saw me close them already. He goes back outside and I glare at my step dad. He did not even bother to tell me that he was coming. I become livid. My fist tighten up, and I was so furious I got a head ache. I storm into the kitchen and grab a cup and pour spaghetti into it with a lattel. Tim opens the door and goes to give me a hug, and I shoved him. Hard too. He starts cussing at me and I back off. I am scared at this point. He says some choice words. and I begin to scream back at him. "DAD's pills are upstairs you ************************ " He gets quiet. I do not know if he is on speed. I become very scared at this point. My adrenaline rush is completely gone. If he IS on speed and the fact that he is NOT talking, is a very very bad combenations. Along with my brothers temper added to this equation. I start yelling at him, not caring about the "cautionary rules" of being around someone on speed. I walk right past him and throw my shoulder into his side. He starts cussing at me, and as I walk past the door I see my disabled step dad hobble up the drive way to split this up. My brother and my fights have NEVER been this physical. Luckily the triplets were outside. My step dad finally walks in, and breaks it up. I'm surprised he did not grab my throat like he has before. I just walk out, and call my brother the B word. There are 5 of his guy friends just standing outside. I walk right past them, and glare at every one of them. I start to run around the block a couple times, but once I get ready to turn the corner, I turn around and run the other way back around the block. I did this until I heard a car at my side. I do not even look at the car, I turn the other way and begin to dart. I hear Taylor's voice yelling at me to stop. I turn around and squint to see him down the street. Finally I stop, and he comes up to me and give me a hug and he heard what happen, We begin to walk home.
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- EL CAPITAN
- I listen to atmosphere, they describe their thoughts and life on drugs and i tend to analyze it, creepy. My writing is most always about something in my life. Nothing is "to much information" unless you can't handle it.
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