Defile Me

nine: satisfactory

MYLES

"HAVE YOU ALREADY done what I've asked?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes; hearing my father's voice was just as unbearable as it was to hear Carter sing.

My hands rummaged through his fridge, dismissing his every word as I was hoping to find something other than soda — or sparkling 'fruit' water — in his fridge.

He had 20 different brands of soda yet not a single fucking regular water in sight.

"Myles." His voice was still, echoing throughout the space of the house, all the way from the dining room.

I ignored him, once again, looking through his refrigerator as if I'd find anything other than the one drink I'd seen from top to bottom shelf. His footsteps receded from the dining room, each step growing heavier than the other.

In mere seconds I could feel his presence near me. I peered from out of the fridge, failing to find any desirable drinks other than his 'fizzed' water.

Dehydrated, I took a bottled water, the 'regular' sprinkling water, not the fruit water crap he had stored.

I turned on the heel of my foot, facing the silhouette standing in the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest, a sigh escaping his lips.

"You have nothing appealing to drink," I said ironically, chugging the fizzing water, feeling that light-burning sensation.

"I told you to come here to talk. Not for you to complain about what drinks I prefer in my home."

"Right. Your home."

His steps grew closer, soon coming to a stop, his hand curling around the top of a black provincial chair. "You chose to move out. You wanted to be independent, did you not?"

"It's much better than staying in this lifeless place you call a home." The words glided out of my mouth, like a sled with such ease yet speedy pace — so fast that my remark may have been incoherent to his ears.

His eyebrow raised, no care for the words he was unable to decrypt. "Myles. I called you here to have a civilized conversation, not for you to whine."

"Yeah well I thought there'd be something more healthier to drink, sorry if I was mistaken."

He was by far already done with me and my load of 'jokes', "I've been working hard to make sure Thomas doesn't become mayor as well as maintaining my business, and trust me, as soon as that happens you're off the leash."

Off the leash?

"You speak of me as if I'm a dog."

He huffed. "You act like one; constantly yapping over foolish things, acting out of line. Just wild."

"Alright, if you called me here to just insult me then I'm leaving."

My attempt to leave was futile. He was blocking the doorway, not even trying to step aside to give me a chance to walk out.

"Myles."

I sighed, stopping.

His arms were bracketing both sides of the door frame. Even though I knew I could leave if I just slightly shoved past him, I decided to be somewhat mature and listen to the bullshit he had to say.

I tucked my hands into my pockets, waiting with little patience for him to open his mouth.

"You are my son.."

"Shocking, right?"

"Enough with the jokes. You need to step up, you looking bad at school makes me look bad. They will portray me as a man who can't handle the city let alone his own child."