Hey guys, this is a serious post this time around...... My mom and dad have constantly been fighting these past few weeks, and its way more serious than usual....... not to the point of hitting each other or anything. but they have been erupting in these really fucking obnoxious screaming matches over whatever ownership they have over their billionth collaboration project..... i could hear it over trying to put my notes together for that stupid test i have to take next week.
this time around was loud enough to hear when i crawled out the window when it was too much. i barely saw my mom through the window because she was facing the light in the kitchen.... always the dramatic with all the arm movement...... but she kept screaming about how she's been asking him to do all this shit i don't understand. something about show kits or whatever the projects called. they never shut up about it when were doing their stupid slave labor for them......
but then i saw dad in the window. he wasnt looking at my mom. he didnt even acknowledge her.
he was staring at me. he stood there in front of my mom, that far in the room and with how dark it was outside. he shouldnt have seen me. but he just stood there. staring.
obviously i was scared shitless. i will admit the way he looks at us sometimes is enough to shatter my sisters into listening, but usually i just tell him in my head to suck it. this time specifically was enough for me to feel small. almost like he wasnt staring at me. but into whatever it was on me. like my body was the shell to whatever drew his eyes to me.
so naturally, i came back inside. like a dumbass. in the midst of my mom asking if hes even listening to her anymore. not only did i get an earful of the "youre out past curfew" bullshit i usually get, but my dad just stayed quiet during the whole thing. which if you know my parents at all, they love bouncing off each other not only from what you see, but especially when it comes to pestering the three of us. one of them staying silent is when you know somethings up.
i dont think i want to talk about what happened when i was sent back to my room though.
but my sisters certainly know. they havent spoken to me yet, but Carrie's sure making it clear she knows by camping in front of my door until one of my stupid fucking parents tells her to either make herself useful or go back to her room..................... they love treating me like an animal when the opportunity makes itself known......................
at this point. i might as well ask to go crash with Megan for a few days. i cant take this shit, its degrading and i can only listen to the same greed talk for so long.
