Fated Blood

Drunkard

"Sophia can you do the dishes?" My mom asked. "Why can't Roger? I've done them for the past week now and most of them aren't even mine" I responded. "Sophia just do it, stop back talking, he pays the bills, that's why" "Oh so because he pays some of the bills, he doesn't have to clean up around his own house"

"Sophia god damnit, just do it!" my mom snapped. I scoffed and walked back to my room and slammed my door shut. I could hear my mom yelling but I couldn't make out what she was saying due to me turning on my music. I'm done with this house. I could hear my step dad pulling in, I looked out my window and saw him stumbling to the door. Of course he's drunk.

I could hear them talking about what I told my mom and then I heard foot steps coming down the steps. I heard a knock at my door "go do the dishes, now!" Yelled my step dad. I wasn't taking this shit no more. "Why don't you? You never clean up around the house" I replied.

He punched the door and started yelling, so I decided to turn up my music even more, to drown out his voice. After a couple minutes of him banging on the door he finally walked away. I need to find a new place to live, I'm not doing this anymore. I turned on the TV and decided to watch the news.

They were talking about a couple murders that have been happening on the outskirts of the big city. I remember that city, that's where my old best friend was moving to after college. I really do miss hanging out with him. I continued to watch the news, they also brought up the Skitzo killer being caught as well.

After an hour or so, I turned off the TV and headed to bed. Ugh I got work again tomorrow. The next day it was the same old shit, after work I got home and heard my mom and step dad fighting again. It's like a routine they have now. Be nice for about a week or so, then fight  and go back to being nice.

I went to my room and turned on music. Will my life ever have meaning? Will I ever leave the chains of this house? I want my life to mean something, I don't want to end up like my mom. I don't want to be in a draining relationship with a draining job. I laid their thinking about my life. How could I let myself come back here after college.

I decided to get up, get in my car and go for a drive for awhile. Maybe I should go to the big city, maybe find purpose their. I could even find my best friend. I continued to drive for a couple hours before heading home. I parked my car and walked through the door. As I entered the house I saw my step dad sitting in his chair drinking as always.

"Oh look the girl that won't do the dishes" he said taking another drink of his beer. "Oh look the lazy alcoholic who doesn't clean his own house" I snapped. He got up and got in my face. "What did you say to me!?" He yelled. I scoffed and walked around him and headed to my room.

"Yeah that's right, walk away!" He shouted. "Nah, I just don't have time to fight with alcoholics" I responded back. I shut my door and heard him yelling. I turned on some music and decided to go to bed early, without eating dinner.