𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 || #𝟏

Chapter 43

I stare at her blankly, setting down my cutlery. "First off, I have no intention of becoming a lawyer. Second of all, what makes you think that I will be able to actually hold up in court well - and third of all... Who's parked outside?"

The sound of the car slamming registers with everybody's ears, and then there's a loud, aggressive knock on our door. My mother stands up, walking towards the door, slightly opening it.

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My dad drunkenly sways into our house, holding a bottle of beer. He loses grip of it, dropping it to the floor. Glass explodes everywhere, along with liquid - and the noticeable stench of alcohol. My mother backs off, slowly retreating back into the dining room.

"What is going on..?" Claudia mumbles, standing up. She tugs my hand, trying to lead me away from the door. Luke follows, moving his feet uncomfortably.

Before, my dad was calm. And collected, except for the times he'd yell at us. His hair, now all scuffled and disorganised - his clothes dirty, as if they hadn't been washed in days. He leans on the wall for balance, stumbling around.

"Claudia, call the police," my mother whispers. Claudia nods her head, dragging my arm to another room.

Suddenly, he starts breaking down into some sort of... Fortnite dance. He flails his arms around, and starts laughing like a delirious clown - high on drugs. We watch in embarrassment as he starts spinning around with his arms, whacking into the walls of our house - demolishing every vase that got in his way. Acting as if he was some sort of fidget spinner that had gotten out of control.

"Is he okay?" I ask, looking at my dad. "This is not normal."

"How the fuck am I supposed to know whether or not he's okay?" Claudia reasons, "when I went to his house it was even worse. He would stay up until three in the morning dancing to some random jazz songs."

"Claudia!" My mother hisses, "no swearing! You know this!"

"Yeah!" My dad chimes in after, still spinning around. "Don't fucking swear!"

"This is possibly the worst day of my existence," I mumbled.

"Y'all I prepared this dance routine to win all of y'all back!" My dad drunkenly smiles, and he starts breakdancing. It is a truly horrible sight, and I want to gouge my eyes out, bury them under the surface of the sun and then jump off a cliff to my impending doom. He grabs out a hairbrush from his blue jacket, and starts singing - very out of tune. "WAE KIRA CHI MOLLAA!"

"Is that Korean?" Luke asks, staring at him in confusion. I smack my hand against my head, and my mother looks horrified at what he has become. He wriggles around some more, and starts doing his best attempt at the worm. Which shouldn't even count as an attempt, since all he's doing is shuffling around on the floor awkwardly and sending his legs flying - only to be whacked against the wooden floor.

"Why is he singing Korean? We're Chinese," Claudia criticizes. "I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with singing Korean, but if he's going to do it can he at least do it well?"

He continues singing his very out of tune songs. Continuing from doing the worm, he ends up slamming his feet on the floor, and a very sickening crack sound echoes through the air. He lets out a deafening scream higher than a chihuahua, and starts to roll around the floor like one as well.

"Did he just break his feet from doing the worm?" I ask, tugging Claudia's arm. My mother excuses herself to go call an ambulance, muttering about how she couldn't deal with this today.

"I didn't know that his... Bone density was weak," Claudia comments - her face cringed. "But he kind of had it coming. Slamming your feet like that across the ground numerous times is bound to injure yourself."

He stands up, on his broken feet, which leads to even more cracking noises that flow through his body. Claudia excuses herself to go and vomit in the bathroom, purging the entire contents of her stomach. Luke goes to the backs off into the living room, genuinely scared while mum calls the ambulance. He rolls around in pain, due to his feet for a good fifteen minutes before an ambulance arrives to take him away on a stretcher.

Surprisingly enough, as they take him away on a stretcher, he hasn't finished his performance. He rolls out, smacks himself on the floor and attempts to stand again. When this doesn't work, he starts walking on his knees across the hard floor - cringing in pain every few seconds.

"YOU GET ME~" He wails, singing passionately into his hairbrush. "AND I GET YOU, TOGETHER, THERE'S REALLY NOTHING WE CAN'T DO~" He falls onto the ground, but positions himself back up. "I GOT YOUR BACK, AND I GOT YOURS TOO~"

"That song is supposed to be a duet," I point out. Also, why was he even singing that song? I didn't even know that he was interested in... Cartoons, I'd usually catch him watching some violent netflix show that made my insides churn.

"Then sing with me!" He declares, but before he can start singing again the paramedics manage to restrain him back onto the stretcher - and lead him away. He wriggles around in the constraints, trying to undo them frantically with his hands.

"Stop it," the paramedic orders. "You're making my ears hurt, and I do not like it."

"But-"

The paramedic muffles him with her fat hand, stopping him from voicing his thoughts. She glares at him, and he sulks.

Claudia returns back from the bathroom, just as they are dragging him out of the door and he continues to scream underneath the muffle of the paramedic's hand. We watch them load him back into the doors in the ambulance, close them, and drive away.

"Well that was a very eventful dinner," I blandly commented.

Claudia pressed his lips into a thin line, and hung her head down low. "I didn't expect that he'd actually show up here. I thought that when he was dancing around in the living room and telling me about his wonderful plan he was only kidding and meant no harm.Plus, I thought he'd be embarrassed to perform... Whatever he did today to us..."

"His lame attempt at the worm was very interesting, he must've not practised at all."

"He did," Claudia clarifies. "Everyday he'd ask me to tell him how he was going on with doing the worm. I had to watch that happen everyday, you realise that... Right?"

"At least he didn't do anything too eccentric," I wince. "Although, he did cause a lot of damage." I point to the shattered vases on the floor, and also the parts of red wallpaper that he managed to tear off while spinning around.