Different Sides To The Same Story

Chapter nine - Lilith Pearson

   I carry the boxes from the moving truck to the apartment. It takes a few minutes with multiple trips. The only place my mom could get us in such short notice was a three bedroom apartment. It has a small kitchen which is connected to a small dining room, with one white table and three chairs. Next to the kitchen there's a living room with no furniture except a tv placed on the floor. My mom had to buy a couch still so for now we had to due without.

It's the smallest place I've lived in my whole life but it's nice. For once I don't have to worry about hearing my mom and dad fight. I don't have to worry about screwing up my dad's campaign or how he'll react if I do.

I place a few of my boxes into the room I've been set. The bedrooms are roughly the same size. Between two of the bedrooms there's a bathroom and across from the bathroom is my mom's room.

I start unpacking my stuff. My mom got moving guys in here yesterday and they moved in all the big furniture, leaving us to unpack our other boxes. I skipped school yesterday and today so I could pack and move in.

One of the guys put my bed on the wall parallel to the door, and my desk on the same wall as the door. I don't hate this set up and it's somewhat the same as my old room, so I decide to keep the furniture where it is.

I didn't say goodbye to my dad. I didn't want to. He yelled at Dillion when he came out and threw the glass dish my mom and him got for their wedding. He called my brother horrible names and claimed that he wasn't his son anymore, and even went as far as to suggest sending him to a camp where they could 'fix' him.

I start unpacking the first box, it contains the stuff from inside my desk, things like my full notebooks, pencil crayons, pencils, and paints. I load all of this into my desk, taking this as an excuse to organize it. I place my half full and empty notebooks on top of my desk, piling them up neatly.

When I open the next box it's full of bedding, forcing me to accept the fact that I need to make my bed. I bow my head in annoyance as I start tackling this task. I unfold my sheets, as I start trying to put on the fitted sheet.

I wish I could've been there when Dill came out. I could've helped him, been there, just given him some support. I hate my dad for this, he's forced it into my brothers head that being gay is wrong. Dillion might not be able to get that out of his head. He's only fourteen and he's learned that his one and only dad hates him for being gay.

I grab the next purple sheet, unfolding it and sticking it under the mattress. I grab the pillows from a different box, sticking them inside the pillowcases and laying them on my bed. I take the patterned duvet and lay it on top.

I step back checking out my decent job, as I hear Dillion yell "Jesus christ man I said cover me!" I walk into the living room finding him amongst a million boxes, successfully ignoring them and playing Xbox from the floor.

"You don't have your own tv now Dill, plus we've got neighbours you're gonna have to keep it down." I tell him, teasingly. I walk into the kitchen getting distracted by the boxes filled with plates and bowls, as I start loading them into the cupboards.

I move onto the next box, it containing frying pans and pots. I kneel down placing them in a lower cupboard. I unpack the last two boxes one having mugs and glasses and the other one having cutlery.

When I reenter the living room I find Dillion still playing COD. "Did you unload your boxes?" I ask, as he ignores me. "Dillon." I say, moving his headphones off one of his ears, earning a glare from him. "Did you unpack your boxes?" I repeat.

He thinks for a second before nodding. "Yeah." He lies.

"So if I go in your room right now you'd be all unpacked and set up?" I ask, smiling as he looks to the side of the room before peeling the headphones from his neck and placing them next to the controller on the floor and standing up. I ruffle his hair earning another glare from him as he runs a hand through his blonde hair in an attempt to fix it, "Good boy." I tease as he walks down the hall.