Survival [completed]

Plans for Thanksgiving

November equals Thanksgiving. That’s what my town runs by. Everyone celebrates it. No excuses. So of course my parents being the influential people that they are get invited to various thanksgiving dinners. This is the same for many other prominent people of the town. Many of the hosts, are my father’s patients.

Here’s the deal, we used to celebrate thanksgiving as a family when my grandparents were around. My father would decline every invite he got and even cook the turkey himself. We’d have the family over and it was a whole day event. Now, it’s different like everything else in my life since they died. My father welcomes these invites. My parents literally have a full-scale meeting about which dinner to attend to. They have long discussions on which one is more influential and beneficial. This however never concerns me cause well, they never let go with them. Ever. They’d just tell their host that I had food poisoning or had injured myself. Sometimes, I really would be injured cause of what he did to me.

This is was a little different. I had people I cared about and actually wanted to spend Thanksgiving with.  A lot has changed over the past month. Elliot and I have become very close. I have begun to trust him and also like him as a person and more. He’s fun and cool. We seem to have the same interests: Cooking, running, swimming.

I’ve gotten to know him more over the past few weeks. I go over to his house after school on alternate days and we sit around the kitchen talking. I have yet to use the pol at his house cause of the cold weather. It’s really starting to get cold here. I was just waiting for the first snowfall. It was my favorite time of the year.

Elliot asked me a lot of questions: about my childhood, which was easy to answer cause they were always the truth. It gets trickier as he moves to the older years. I usually direct the question back at him and listen to him talking about his times in high school, him dating my mother. It was weird seeing her in a different light. Elliot seemed to portray her as if she were some angle. Well, I guess to him she was his angle. Though I hated her for doing what she did to him.

We have had a couple of group gatherings too. By that I mean, Elliot, Jasper, Tristan and his parents. Now that Eliza and I are on talking terms, I have a constant access to her cookies, which I take full advantage of. I always eat it whenever I am over at their house. Whenever these group gatherings take place it’s always funny watching Elliot and Liam goof around. They remind me so much of Jasper and Tristan.  We seemed to all fit in as a group.

My parents were so much stricter now. It was getting scary. My father would sometimes beat me up for no reason. He’d come in and beat me and they weren’t the bearable kind. They were bad. He never let a beating heal before he came back to give me more scars. He seemed less afraid of hurting me now. However, he still never beat me at places that my skin would be exposed. My mother dished out her own fair share of insults and it always stung like acid. She had been commenting about my increasing weight and I was noticing it too. I had taken Tristan’s advice and began eating my meals but with my mother calling me out and my expanding stomach, I was getting worried. So I went back to my old ways.

Because of all this, I have been hiding this from Tristan and Jasper. I was still the same person. I just never mentioned the beatings. If there was a bruise on my arm, I’d tell them he did it but that was all. Tristan and I had very little time together now too. With school, and his practice and me spending more time with Elliot, we barely had time for each other. So whenever we were in school, we made sure to spend it together. Even hen it was never really just us. I mean the school was so small and there was so many people. It was hard to have a space of our own.