Tattooed
7
His phone starts playing smile for the camera by Armour for sleep signalling a call. He sighs as we break apart. It's not what i should be thinking, is it... but from his side of the conversation it sounds suspicious to me. I don't say this aloud for fear of being wrong. I need the truth and not just some silly suspicious feelings when i confront him. But still i can't let this go, even if it is just for now; it's still there like a bright flashing neon light in the back of my head. I know I'm over thinking this I just know it.
Finally I escape after a mediocre lie. This street is so familiar, I don’t remember it this dark, this scary. Turning into the driveway I call my own, rain soaking me, as if an ocean clawing at me. A heated body and freezing rain mix. The door a mix of ice cold and burning heat. The smell as the door opens, it disgusts me, the man I call father passed out on the couch. As smells of liquor overcome the rooms, mother’s snores invade the loud terrain outside, thoughts dive and duck around in my head. The squeaks as I trudge up the stairs towards the bathroom, the towel, so soft.
Finally I escape after a mediocre lie. This street is so familiar, I don’t remember it this dark, this scary. Turning into the driveway I call my own, rain soaking me, as if an ocean clawing at me. A heated body and freezing rain mix. The door a mix of ice cold and burning heat. The smell as the door opens, it disgusts me, the man I call father passed out on the couch. As smells of liquor overcome the rooms, mother’s snores invade the loud terrain outside, thoughts dive and duck around in my head. The squeaks as I trudge up the stairs towards the bathroom, the towel, so soft.