Sunset Over Bethany

Chapter 11 - Rowan

"Who the fuck ordered the Popeyes?"

            "Daddy did yesterday," he replied.

            "Who the fuck orders sixteen pieces of chicken and on top of that all the fatty sides that come with it? Hmmm!? Didn't I tell you that you can't trust him with making decisions? He goes to get dinner and gets the absolute worst thing!"

            "I dunno, he was outside my door and asked if I wanted chicken, I thought he saw the ad that was on the table for the deal you wanted, the Swiss Chalet stuff."

            "Of course not, I put it out in front of him and he still can't get a clue!"

            There was a strange silence that followed; Rowan looked at his little sister who was lying across two chairs at the table, softly padding him with her feet.

            "This is your fault this happened! You were supposed to be the responsible one, not the fool of a man your father is! He still doesn't get it, does he? He still doesn't understand what's best for the family, he only does what's easiest. And that was to get the least healthy thing out there!"

            He stood there not saying anything. His heart was beating faster; he wanted to say something but he couldn't. Fuck you, bitch.

            "Are you turning into him, Rowan? Are you gonna grow up to be the bastard that he is today? Do you wanna be him, to have a wife that calls you a bastard in front of your fucking bastard kids and screw up your marriage because you couldn't think?! Because it sure looks like that! Learn to use your fucking head, Rowan! You're eighteen-years-old, you can't have me telling you what to do for everything! And there's nothing I can do about that fucking screw up father of yours. I swear, you're becoming more and more like him."

            Fuck... you, bitch. I don't need this, I can't stay here. He walked off, running to his room. His heart was racing. I should've said something, I should've fucking said something! He burst into his room and sat in front of his desk. He could feel the tears welling up as he thought back to what she said just seconds ago, his eyes staring blankly in front of him. My marriage is gonna end in this hell? The tears rolled down, letting the anger and fear pour out on his cheeks. He made a hideous sound as he gasped for air, and smeared his tears across his face as he tried to dry his eyes.

            Don't you fucking tell me how my future is gonna be, bitch. You're the fucking screw up in this family, don't start blaming it on me. And I swear, I'll die before I become my father. I fucking swear, this'll never happen.