Casual Knife Party

Family Troubles

"Shit." I thought as I reached into my pockets for my phone, only to discover that none of them held the red phone that I'd dropped so many times it barely even functioned.

I thought about my options, be even more tardy, go without it or just skip all together? Well of course going without it was not an option. "Fuck it, I don't need to be there anyways."

I stopped just before entering my house to take in the view, which I rarely ever did.

The neighborhood was nice, no abandoned house and the crime rate was nearly non existent.

Bursting into my house and throwing off my shoes, I took the rare advantage of being home alone and grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and proceeded to my bed.

It was still early so nothing good was on. The cartoon channels were still showing the shows for toddlers.

I still watched it of course. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse isn't actually half bad...if you're delusional from sleep deprivation.

After hours of flipping through the channels, my bed began to feel like it was pulling me in. I allowed my self to fall asleep and make up for the lack of it last night.

"Tyler, how many fucking times do I have to tell you to get the fuck up!? Why are you even home!?"

Even with a legitimate reason to be mad at me my dad was still a prick. I couldn't remember seeing him sober. Ever. He spent at least $200 a week on cigarettes and drinks of his choice, most days he'd leave all day then come back just to argue with my Mom and curse at me for things I have no control over. And to top it all off, he's a fucking condesending asshole.

But enough about him.

"I wasn't feeling well so I came back home."

"I don't fucking care how you feel! I-"

I grabbed my shoes and ran outside my house before he could finish. I wasn't putting up with this shit today.

I could probably hang out at Lexi's place, she usually cheered me up and it was easy to rant to her. She'd save me from myself on multiple occasions.