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I stare at my phone with mixed feelings. I didn't realize my grip on my phone was getting harder.

Man who thought that situationships were a thing and that it was a good idea?

Why make somebody feel like you want to be with them and no one else and then tell them you don't want to be in a relationship? I want to strangle this man so fucking bad.

I take in a deep breath to calm myself down. I press the button on the side of my phone and the screen turns pitch black, all it remains on it is a reflection of my angered and disappointed face.

I put my phone, screen facing down, on my bed. I stand up from the comfortable arms of my bed and mutter words of the following to myself; "fucking asshole." "Who does he think he is?" "am I not good enough for him to want to be with me?"

After, who knows how many times, my mom called me down for dinner I dash down the stairs.

Taking a seat at the dining table a plate slides in front of me.

"Why that face?" Mom eyes me up and down. She's not a person you can easily pass so I have to make my lie really convincing-

If she catches you shit will end worse than getting your dick cut off. And I don't even have a dic-

"Nothing ma. Where's dad?" I avoid her gaze and stare at the blurry light reflection on the marble shiny plate below me.

She stays quiet for a bit, which I assume she's inspecting me suspiciously. "He's coming home a bit late. He'll come home around dinner time"

I simply hum in response. We eventually start dinner and eat in silence.

"Never trusting weather reporters again..." A familiar deep voice grumbles as someone walks through the front door.

"Dad!" I smile at him. He was soaked from head to toe. He quickly closes the door behind him to prevent any rain from getting inside. His soaked clothes leaked drips of water all over the carpet and smoothed out wooden floor.

"I just MOPPED THE FLOOR DON'T MOVE-" Mom yells. She shoots up from her chair and rushes upstairs to get a towel I suppose.

I turn to dad who's just standing there, not moving an inch. It's not a lie when I say we're both scared- no, terrified of mom. Especially when she's angry.

I chuckle at his position. He's just looking at me like a soldier asking to just be shot when found out by their enemies.

Mom comes back with dad's towel and puts it around his shoulders, covering only his torso and up.

"I told you you should've brought your raincoat with you atleast" Mom says in a matter of fact tone

"Can't blame me, t'was really sunny this morning-" Dad insists and defends his point.

Mom shoots him a glare and he immediately shuts his mouth. Dad walks upstairs and mom took his coat jacket and head inside the laundry room.

I was by myself at the kitchen for the meanwhile. The sound of the laundry and my steel fork clanging onto the white plate ringing in my ears.

I start getting flashbacks of what just occurred in my room earlier. Should I..ask mom? But I'm scared. I don't know why but I am-

"Your dad is so complicated sometimes.." Mom brings my back to reality as she takes a seat back down and continue with having her dinner.

I chuckle at her complaining.

A while later, dad comes down with fresh, dry clothes and start with his feast as well. Mom and I had already finished so I was in the living room just watching the TV to pass the time, listening to mom and dad's conversation from time to time.