Hidden Identities

'Your report card's a ticket to heaven mine takes me to hell'

|Avril|

I winced as I heard the door slam and prepared myself for the storm that was awakening.

Three...Two...One

'Laurance Simmons what the hell do you think you're doing?' Dad shouted angrily as I sighed.

Report cards. I had aced it with outstanding marks and mum and dad were over the moon. Then they opened Larry's envelope and all hell broke lose; in other words he was failing nearly every subject apart from Phys Ed-

'I walked into the house?', he replied.

'Quit the dumb talk!'.

'What did I do this time?!'.

'Report cards'.

'Oh'.

'Oh? Is that all you're going to say?'.

'What should I say? You want me to apologise another time for not being as perfect as your daughter? Well I'm not gonna be compared to a stupid doll!'.

Doll this time...

I shuddered as I heard his heavy angry footsteps climbing up the stairs and as he slammed the door shut I sighed again. I knew what made him so fustrated, it was me...yet I still couldn't do anything to change it.

Everytime he would get into trouble I would always become the shining role model and he hated being compared to me. Most of the time I felt as if it was my fault and feeling guilty is horrible when you can't do anything about it.

I took a purple skittle from my stash and chewed on it thoughtfully, I could either leave him alone or I could try to...comfort him.

The result of me comforting him would probably lead to him staying mad but hopefully cooling down a little bit, but if we all left him angry he would only start picking on me.

I hate getting verbally abused by his harsh words and it hurts more to say that I'm used to it.

After ten more minutes of fiddling with my guitar and eating more skittles I finally stood up with the guts to talk to him.

Slowly and cautiously I treaded to his door and held my breath as I softly knocked.

'Larry?' I murmered.

'What do you want?' He growled from inside.

'I just wanna talk' I whispered.

He thought about it for a minute then calmed down a teeny bit, 'Fine, come in'.

I opened the door and walked in silently, then saw him stretched across his bed staring at the ceiling with a frown on his face. His eyes moved to spare me a glance but quickly moved back to the ceiling.

'What did you wanna say?' He muttered.

I stared at the ground and flinched at his harsh tone, 'I j-just wanted to say...I'm sorry'.

'What's the point of being sorry? It's always going to happen again. Whatever I do, it's never gonna be good enough compared to dear Avril. Now I'm always getting in trouble because I don't live up to your high standards' He snapped.

'I can't help it...the report cards, everything' I whispered softly.

'Yeah well you're report card is a ticket to heaven, mine takes me to hell'. He softly laughed -a cruel laugh- and I prepared myself for the words of coldness. 'Life was much more perfect without you'.