It's Complicated

Girls & Boys

Las Vegas 1992

Aoifes POV

"Dad...?" I looked up from the couch to where he was standing watching the tv.'The Dead Poets Society' was playing. My favorite character, Neil was on the stage acting. I wouldn't say that I relate to Neil but I think I would like to be like him, personality wise.

"Yes, dearest , so wise daughter" my dad mocked in a form of worship. My family and I are from Ireland, I spent the first few years of my life there and I plan on moving back when I'm older. My dad still works there with his friends. "What's the noise that's coming from the basement?"

My mother and him are divorced so they live separately. I don't really know a lot about it, they think I'm too young to know. He still lives in Ireland while mom moved to Las Vegas with Evan and I.

I couldn't make out the noise, it's been going on since I can remember. Whenever my dad was over it would start again. When I checked the basement there was nobody there so I always just assumed that I was hearing things but now, I know I can actually hear somebody.

"Nothing is going on in the basement, your just hearing things again, mon ami" he assured me turning up the TV.

"I'm going to check."

"No, your not"

"Why?"

"Because your just going to give in to the delusions then"

"There is definitely no logic in that statement"

"You are too young to understand!" he got up yelling. I couldn't look at him in the eye but I could tell my his voice my dad had the crazy eyes again, the black hole eyes.

"Go get some fresh air, you've been inside all day!" Grabbing my air and pulling me up from the couch he open the door and pushed me outside. My dad has intermittent explosive disorder, this means that he gets angry sometimes and when he does, I have to leave the house while he calms down.

My mum tells me that he tries his best to conceal it but it gets really hard for him. I don't think intermittent explosive disorder is a medical condition but my mum tells me that he's extremely ill and if anything we should emphasize with him.

I walked along the grey pavements, my big brother Evan is out with his friends somewhere today. I'm going to find him and tell him not to go home just yet.

My brother is practically a real life stereotypical jock. His life revolves around football, so naturally, my whole family knows everything about football as-well. Evan even taught me how to play, sadly I'm not the most aggressive person so he gave up teaching me.

I have another brother, Declan, he's really my step brother. He's only a few months old and lives with some house maid in my dads house in Italy. His mother left so the housemaid takes care of him, I've never actually met him, for 'safety purposes' I don't think I ever will.

The first place I looked for Evan was the park, he wasn't  there. Then, the local diner where him and his friends normally hang out, no sign of them. At this point I was thinking of just going home, the sun was about to set and I'm scared of the dark.

I made my way up to my last place I could think to look, his high school. To be honest the idea of high school terrifies me and excites me at the same time, it's just so big!

When I'm in high school I'm going to party every weekend like Evan and I'm going to be a cheerleader and get the best grades in the whole class.

I reached the main entrance and walked around the back to the pitch because I knew he wasn't going to be spending extra time in school studying.