Without You, There Is No Me
Yes, Mother Dearest
"Nirvana?"
Frankie grinned at me.
I rolled over on my bed.
"What? Kurt Cobain was a great musician."
He just kept grinning.
He sat on my bed.
"I agree. He was a very disturbed man though."
I shrugged.
"Eh, maybe he was. He still made some great music, disturbed or not."
He laughed.
"His girlfriend was a nut."
We both began laughing at the train wreck that is Courtney Love.
From downstairs, the front door slams shut.
Moments later, my mother's shrill voice rings out.
"Aria Gertrude Johnston! Get your ass down here now!"
Frankie jumped up and hid in my closet.
My mother still didn't approve of my newfound friendship.
I hurried downstairs.
She stands among bags of my dad's things.
"Why is all this shit out here?"
"Dad's coming back later on..."
She glared at me.
"He can get his shit from the garage. Move it now."
"He said he'd be back in less than an hour..."
"I'm tired of this shit cluttering my house! GET IT OUT NOW!"
Her voice pierces my ears.
I shake my head as I realize Frankie can no doubt hear her.
"Okay..."
I began moving some of the bags to the garage.
Frankie leans around the corner.
"It's getting bad..."
"She is just being a bitch."
He just shook his head.
"You don't deserve that. Have you thought about going with him?"
I sighed.
"I thought about it, but he needs to get his stuff together first..."
He just nodded understandingly.
"What is taking you so damn long?"
My mother screams across the yard.
I head back to the house.
"I was trying to organize..."
She just scoffed at me.
"You are about as useless as your father."
I just picked up another bag.
"I'm going to lay down. Be quiet."
She turns to walk to her room.
She stops and looks dead at me.
"And this shit had better be done before I get up."
She walked into her room.
I muttered hateful things under my breath.
I grabbed another bag and headed out to the garage.
"Yes, mother dearest."
Frankie grinned at me.
I rolled over on my bed.
"What? Kurt Cobain was a great musician."
He just kept grinning.
He sat on my bed.
"I agree. He was a very disturbed man though."
I shrugged.
"Eh, maybe he was. He still made some great music, disturbed or not."
He laughed.
"His girlfriend was a nut."
We both began laughing at the train wreck that is Courtney Love.
From downstairs, the front door slams shut.
Moments later, my mother's shrill voice rings out.
"Aria Gertrude Johnston! Get your ass down here now!"
Frankie jumped up and hid in my closet.
My mother still didn't approve of my newfound friendship.
I hurried downstairs.
She stands among bags of my dad's things.
"Why is all this shit out here?"
"Dad's coming back later on..."
She glared at me.
"He can get his shit from the garage. Move it now."
"He said he'd be back in less than an hour..."
"I'm tired of this shit cluttering my house! GET IT OUT NOW!"
Her voice pierces my ears.
I shake my head as I realize Frankie can no doubt hear her.
"Okay..."
I began moving some of the bags to the garage.
Frankie leans around the corner.
"It's getting bad..."
"She is just being a bitch."
He just shook his head.
"You don't deserve that. Have you thought about going with him?"
I sighed.
"I thought about it, but he needs to get his stuff together first..."
He just nodded understandingly.
"What is taking you so damn long?"
My mother screams across the yard.
I head back to the house.
"I was trying to organize..."
She just scoffed at me.
"You are about as useless as your father."
I just picked up another bag.
"I'm going to lay down. Be quiet."
She turns to walk to her room.
She stops and looks dead at me.
"And this shit had better be done before I get up."
She walked into her room.
I muttered hateful things under my breath.
I grabbed another bag and headed out to the garage.
"Yes, mother dearest."