The Sun and The King
imperfections
When I open my front door I hear screams. My parents are at each other’s throats and it’s not even seven in the morning. I have to pass the kitchen to get to my room so I debate just staying in the entryway for awhile. But the fight gets ugly and it has to stop so I made my appearance.
My parents took two seconds to stare at me and continue to fight. This time it’s about me, which was better than their previous topic.
“Tell her you’re living with me!” My father’s voice echoes through the whole house and everything stops.
“No, he’s living with me!” My mother’s voice overlaps. They both stop and stare at me for a moment.
“Kay.” I mumble and turn away. I refuse to get involved with their arguments. It doesn’t matter anyway – I turn eighteen in a few months and the divorce won’t be final until after that so I’ll be free.
My presence isn’t necessary for the fighting to continue and it does. If I know the neighbors the police will be called soon so I make my leave.
I’ll go back to Dan and Sunny’s house. Sunny is probably already gone and Dan is still asleep but that’s okay.
I like the quiet.
My parents took two seconds to stare at me and continue to fight. This time it’s about me, which was better than their previous topic.
“Tell her you’re living with me!” My father’s voice echoes through the whole house and everything stops.
“No, he’s living with me!” My mother’s voice overlaps. They both stop and stare at me for a moment.
“Kay.” I mumble and turn away. I refuse to get involved with their arguments. It doesn’t matter anyway – I turn eighteen in a few months and the divorce won’t be final until after that so I’ll be free.
My presence isn’t necessary for the fighting to continue and it does. If I know the neighbors the police will be called soon so I make my leave.
I’ll go back to Dan and Sunny’s house. Sunny is probably already gone and Dan is still asleep but that’s okay.
I like the quiet.