the park bench

t h i r t y o n e

t h i r t y o n e

"joseph?" his mother stood up worriedly, his father followed right after. "where have you been and what's happened to joanne?"

joseph glared at his mother, turning to look at his concerned father. "jojo's going through a love crisis, i'm not entitled to tell you anything else."

the teenager pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, pushing past his parents and marching up the stairs.

"jo!" mrs. gibson cried out after her son. "we're her parents, we have the right to know what's bothering our children."

"you want to know what's bothering me, mother?" joseph swivelled around at the top of the stairs to glare down at her mother. "do you?"

"yes, jo." mr. gibson answered for his soon to be ex wife.

joseph scowled, silence overtaking the broken family. "what's bothering me is that every fucking time i look at you, mother, every time i look at you i have an image of you burned into my mind of a man lip locked with you in our car at the middle of the night." he hissed, venom dripping from his voice, "it's never ending, mother, you can't do this to me."

he slid into his room and finally let loose the tears.