His problems

Chapter 2 :D

Triggers:
Mention of blood
Unclean spaces

I finally got to my dad's house. It looks like shit, as always. He never takes care of the garden or the exterior of the house. It looks like literally no one lives here.

Knock! Knock!

I hear shuffling. "Coming!" The door opens to reveal my father. He looks like a mess. "ALEX! MY LOVELY SON! How are you?" He yells. God, shit up. "Hello father. I am good, how are you?" I say, with a slight cold tone. "Don't be so rude Alex. Anyways I'm good, come in." He steps out the way and I finally enter the regid house.

The living room is filled with empty glass bottles, chip packets and dirty dishes. How does mom expect me to stay here. "Sorry about the mess. I forgot you were coming..." I roll my eyes and head to the spare room.

I was lying on my bed, texting Lilly.

Omg, his house is such a mess
how does he live in such a
pigstye.
11:50

I don't know, hopefully
he cleans it🤦‍♀️
11:51

Yah, I need to go
Byeee <33
11:51

Byeee
<333
11:51

Father calls me from the kitchen, "Come spend some time here Alex!!" I get up from my bed and go down. "What??" I say. He looks at me. "Well damn, you have some attitude." He clicks his tongue. I know who I get it from. "Why'd you call me?" I ask. "To spend some time with me, you didn't just drive down here for nothing." Actually mom forced me to dipshit. "Fineee. What do you want to do?" He smiles. "I have some snacks if you want to watch a movie?" I look at the bags of chips and soda he has. I don't feel like going anywhere. "Sure. Let's clean up first." He scrunched up his nose. " No need, we can just sit down" IN THAT MESS, no. "No thanks, I'll clean it up, I can't watch a movie in peace If it looks like that." He shrugs and picks up the snacks. He walks towards the TV remote and looks for movies to watch. God, I hate him.

I start picking up all the chip packets and bottles until I drop a beer bottle. It falls on the ground and shatters. "Sorry.." I start to pick up the broken shards. I cut myself on one and blood starts to drop down my hand. I felt wired and looked at it, mesmerised. I shrugg the feeling off and continue cleaning.

Once I was done, I quickly went to the bathroom to clean my cut. It stung a bit but it's ok.

"Hurry, the movie is starting!" Father yells. "Coming" I put the first Aid kit away and go watch the movie.

The movie finished and Father was already asleep. Dude, really. He is so lazy.

I look at the time, it's 1:39 pm. I better make lunch.

I look in the cupboard of father's kitchen. There is nothing healthy, I see bread. I take it out and look in the fridge for some cheese. Found some and started making grilled cheese sandwiches.

Father woke up when I put the sandwiches on the pan. "I smell something good." He walks into the kitchen. "You cooking something?" Yah, idiot, are you blind. "Yah, grilled cheese sandwiches. Want some?" He nods and starts looking at them with a hungry look. Ew.

I gave him a plate with to slices of grilled cheese. "That all?" WHAT "Yah?" He looks at it as if I have him a crum. "Make more!" I blinked at him a few times. Don't demand, God. "Fine." I put my plate down and make more. I hand him 3 more slices. "here. Eat up." He starts eating his 5 slices while I take my 2 slices and go upstairs.

( It looks like a math equation there 😆)

I look through yt to see what I want to watch. FUNDYYY. He posted a new video. Another mod one. I love those.

~7:00pm~

I look at the time and wander if dad is going to make dinner. Probably not. Time to search for new recipes.

Chicken stew looks good. Maybe that buuut I need to go to the shops. Better go now, it is open.

Luckily the shops are only 10 min away, meaning I don't need to use my car, thankfully.

I got back and starting unpacking the grocery packets. All the ingredients I need are here. Let's start cooking.

I poured the stew into 2 bowls, more in my father's one than mine. "Father! Dinner!" He comes from the living room and looks in the bowl. "Ew, what is this?" I look at him. "Dinner?" I said. "Why is it so healthy." I look at him, blankly. "What? What do you mean 'healthy'. You need to eat more healthy dad." He looks at me. "Why, I don't need to." Omg, dumbass. "Yes you do. If you don't, then don't expect me at your funeral." I said, more calm than earlier. "Fine. Whatever." He starts eating it but didn't finish the bowl because it was 'bad'.

I put my bowl in the dishwasher aswell as all the other dishes around the house and turn it on.

~Alex~